I hate going to Wal-Mart. I have to go all the time for work and it seems like we are always running out of something at home. I usually go on Sunday mornings. About once a month we do a big grocery shopping trip and I drag Ayron along with me.
Yesterday morning I discovered we were out of some things so I didn't bother to take the time to really get around. I threw my hair back in a pony tail, brushed my teeth, threw on a hoodie and left.
It never fails. If I don't take the time to look like I a human, I run into people from high school at Wal-Mart. You think I would learn to actually get around and not look like a zombie to avoid the embarrassment, but nope. Sweat pants, hoodie, pony tale and sneakers.
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