For the fifth day in a row, I had forgotten to run a couple mindless errands. The bank, the post office, the car wash, etc. By the time 4pm rolled around yesterday, I knew I'd wasted enough of the day and needed to do something with it in order to consider it a productive success. C also happened to be in the throes of cutting his second molar and we'd just run out of
my sanity children's ibuprofen.
As I finished up at the bank, I decided to swing by the grocery store to pick up some pizza sauce for the night's last minute dinner idea: Jersey Pizza Bagels.
Within minutes of walking through those sliding doors C excitedly starts clapping and screaming at the top of his lungs, "MICKA?!" "MICKA?"All the while he is contorting his body, just minutes away from throwing himself from the moving grocery cart.
The object of his affection? Way atop a candy display stands Christmas Carol Mickey, beckoning "come hither" not only to my child but also half of this week's grocery budget. I make mistake number one by pulling "Micka" from the shelves and handing him over to C, as if I wasn't already sure that he was the "MICKA!?" in question.
Here's what I was met with:
Oh and Loyals? In case you were wondering what The Husband thought? He reacted just as I had anticipated. "You actually bought it? You brought it home? WHY did you spend our food money on Mickey? Great, now we're not going to have dinner." Oh, Silly Husband. It's "MICKA!?" to you...
And the best $25 I've spent in a long time.