I went to Wal-mart last night at 9:30, leaving the hubs with Little Guy. This was the first time I had gone grocery shopping alone in a long time.
It proved to be a dangerous experience.
By the end of my trip through the isles, my cart was full of Rice Krispies Treats, Ovaltine (random?), Nutella, and pudding. I decided I needed to start adding some healthy things in my cart otherwise my husband would ban me from ever going alone again. In went the wheat bread, milk, yogurt, vitamin water and string cheese.
There. That was better.
As I started unloading my cart the lady at the register asked me if I wanted to donate to Primary Children's. I said, "Yes. We love Primary Children's." She then asked if I had ever been there. I told her I had and left it at that. She then went on to say that her husband had been there for a heart defect when he was younger. I said, "We were there for my son's heart defect" right as she scanned the beautiful yellow mums I had bought to place on Michael's grave this weekend. She had no idea how ironic it all was. My heart ached for a moment and I tried to forget about the exchange as I pushed my cart into the dark parking lot.
On a side note, little did I know that the most dangerous purchase of the night was going to be this beautiful jar of goodness:
I haven't bought Nutella for about 4 years - the last time I did, I ended up gaining about 5lbs. It's called no self control. I couldn't help myself as I saw it sitting all lonely like on the shelf. I have already had two pieces of toast smothered with this chocolate-hazelnut spread this morning and am contemplating a third. I'm going to regret this purchase next week at my doctor's appointment when I have to get on the scale once again.