If I were one of the seven dwarfs right now (and let's face it, I've never been a dwarf), I would be sneezy. I drove over to Fayetteville tonight to run a couple of errands, and I bet I sneezed 200 times on the way home. My nose feels like someone shoved pepper up there. Ugh.
Lola and I had our first fight tonight. I decided to use part of my economic stimulus money to buy some barstools for my kitchen since mine are too short. I found two at Target tonight that I liked, and they were on sale. So I bought them and took them to my car. This was the first time that I missed the TrailBlazer. I tried five different ways to shove both of those stools in there, but they just wouldn't fit. Some dude walked by, on his way to his gas-guzzling Escalade, chuckling under his breath (but not offering to help me), which of course made me angry. Then he opened up the back of his vehicle to show off all of his cargo space and about a gross of golf balls fell out. And rolled all over the parking lot. Cars were swerving, people were cursing him, and I, petty that I am, laughed out loud. Karma, friends.
So I finally had to take one of the barstools back into Target and get a refund since I couldn't fit it in my car. Oh, and I discovered some scratches on it. They could have happened when I was trying to shove it into the trunk, but I don't know for sure.
Guess it's a good thing I live alone. I only have one barstool. But at least my golf balls aren't all over the parking lot. Hee hee.
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that is too funny. well not the part about your barstools but the golf balls. To bad i wasnt there. I could have gotten my husband some balls and he would have never had to of known they didnt REALLY come from target:)
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