so, we needed some yarn.
all of our craft stores were too far of a drive in the horrid HORRID heat. seriously, it was gross. like you dont want your armpits to touch your body so you hold them out and away, yeah. that kind of gross. the kind of gross that the ac in your car is pumping out 90 degree heat and you are lapping up every pump of air that it spits out at you. in other words, we didnt want to go too far, so whats the closest place to go....yea, you know the place. the place where you take life into you very hands by turning into the mere parking lot, the place where you feel disgusted with life itself upon the automatic door opening, where you wait in line for an hour when there is only 1 person in front of you, the place that is the shithole of america...walmart.
we survived the parking lot, with but a few battle wounds, getting to the yarn was an obsticle course of human waste and B.O.
grabbed the yarn.
ran.
ended up in the toy isle. the toy isle of awesomeness. and there. right there. in the most putrid of stores....brand new littlest pet shops, and not only that, but the lady bug and snail set! we looked at each other, our beaten down spirits now lifted, we knew what had to be done. peachy keen grabbed the ladybug/snail, pit fall, grabbed the morbidly obese hamster set and we took off. jumping over the human waste and through the fog of B.O. we finally made it to self check out, o glories of glories. the bliss of self checking, dealing with slow bilingual computers is much eaiser than dealing with the low vocabulary mutants of walmart.
we win.
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