...and the reason I ran up to Walmart yesterday. I heard this was coming.
So today, I can stay inside, watch the snow falling, and wrap Christmas presents, fill the freezer bags with the finished spaghetti sauce, watch my Soap, do some laundry, cross stitch and in general, enjoy myself.
It occurred to me that I needed to get a small gift for Della. I have no idea what toys she has and I sure can't afford to spend much. As I walked along, there was a whole box of "Pet Toys". $5.00. I looked down into the box and lo and behold, a dog toy that looks similar to their real dog. Nice and soft and cuddly and even squeaks--just as a dog toy should.
When I got home, I cut off the tag that designated it as a "dog toy" and wrapped it up for Della. Sh-hh. No one will know the difference. I hope.
=====================I do manage to have fun every time I go to Walmart. I decided to plump up the gift to my boys, and get them a box of spaghetti and a can of Parmasan cheese, box it up along with the tag,
"Two quarts of home-made spaghetti sauce are waiting for you, in the red and white cooler on the front porch. Don't forget to take it with you. Love Gramma Judy", or Mom or Judy.
Do you know how much 6 cans of cheese and 6 small boxes of spaghetti costs? Good Grief!!!
Then I went looking for a gift box that it would fit in. None to be found. In that aisle was an old guy hunting for the same thing--a simple gift box. I know because he asked me if I knew where he might find one. We both looked and all we came up with were mailing boxes. Too deep, but the right length. "Guess this will hafta work," he said.
"Not what I wanted either, but guess it will work."
Then we both grabbed a roll of bubble wrap to stuff the boxes with.
"Geez! Look at the price of that," he said. "Newspaper would work better."
"Yeah, it would," I answered. "But I don't get the paper anymore."
"Me neither," he replied.
"At that price, we probably could subscribe to the paper for a couple months and have all the stuffing we need." I said.
He nodded and chuckled. "Have a nice day," he offered and off we went in different directions.
As I strolled over toward the Diet Pepsi area, an older guy in an electric cart came zooming around the corner and nearly smashed into my cart. "Sorry," he said. "First time I've used one of these dang things." I smiled and went on my way.
The next aisle over, I got to help a tiny, little old lady get a bottle of salad dressing off a high shelf. Then turned around and helped another short lady get a gallon of spring water off another high shelf. Got one for myself too and we both wondered, "Why do they put heavy stuff so high up?"
As I turned to exit that aisle, the guy in the electric cart reappeared and nearly rammed into me. "Sorry," he said and then kind of grimaced as he recognized me.
"Hey. Did someone pay you to run me down?"
He let go with a huge laugh. "No Ma'am."
We laughed and I went on up to the produce section.
Wandered around a bit and then I saw him again. He was headed straight towards me. He glanced up and saw me, so I stopped dead in my tracks, then spun my cart around and pretended I was running away from him, as I headed, quickly toward the cashiers. I could hear him laughing.
Yep. I do have fun at the Walmart!