So remember yesterday how I mentioned you should come back today for a story about my latest grocery shopping extravaganza?
Well, let me tell you about it-
So the man and I are shopping the aisles like normal grocery shoppers do.
I come across some oatmeal that says “Weight Control“
I think “Oooh, perfect. I think I could use some weight control”
So I do what any woman would do-
grab the box..
turn around to put it in the cart where your man should be standing..
and say while turning
“Oh, now this scares me-it has 6 grams of Fiber…”
Only to come face to face some stranger woman–not my man.
My face immediately gets bright red as I realize I just expressed my concern to a stranger as to how this oatmeal very well could tear my stomach up causing some sort of bowel movement I didn’t particularly want.
{Fiber & I have a love/hate relationship. Minus the love}
I spot my husband doubled over at the other end of the aisle laughing his head off at what just took place.
After erasing every thought out of my head about wanting to punch him in the face or kick him in the shins…
I made my way his direction hysterically laughing which obviously squirted pee out of that area on your body which has the power to do so.
{Can I just mention here my sister thought that particular part on your body started with a “B” instead of a “V” for years and years..oh to be naive again.
Or anatomically challenged..whichever.}
Not only did the above occur, but approximately 29 times during the shopping experience-my shoes decided to slip on the dang grocery store floor causing my body to compulse every which direction as I hung on for dear life to the cart-my husband-the freezer door-etc
in hopes that I wouldn’t completely hit the deck.
Miraculously, my booty never made contact with the floor.
Moral of the story: I am never grocery shopping again.
And if I ever do have to, I am going fully prepared with duct tape over my mouth,
gripper socks on my feet, and three layers of panties on.
With an extra two in my purse just for good measure.
On that note, we should probably get into the joyful pictures for the week.
All of which are pictures I captured on our recent getaway to Mackinac Island.
Enjoy the show.
Enjoy the show.
I will never get tired of taking pictures of flowers. Get used to it.
My niece smokin’ a crayon. Completely normal.
Hi butterfly.
My sister. My best friend. My sista friend.
Her eyes? All Natural.
Yeah, I ate that.
Gettin’ stoned.
The man I never want to stop putting my arms around.
There you have it.
Hot dog, that was fun.
You know what comes next-
Link up down thuuuur-
Smack this picture on your blog
{I am doing away with the code…I can never get it to work.
I’m buttoned challenged. Get over it}
and show the world your beauties.
As in pictures.
Doy bird brains.
Happy Weekend Party Animals.
Make it one to write home about.
PS. Thank you for all of the nice comments you made about having a nice body yesterday…
My husband was so flattered you noticed his studly figure 😉
I, on the other hand, am a little disappointed nobody left a blogging device I should use.
He always gets all of the attention…
Founder and creator of LIY, Erin turned her dream of a hobby blog into a full-time career which she now runs alongside the LIY team! When not in front of her computer screen [with a La Croix or wine in hand] or in front of a mirror taking mirror selfies, you can find Erin spending time on the water, cuddled up with her two pups and husband most likely watching the latest Shark Tank episode, or getting lost in an easy beach read.
