Ok, first of all, check out the comment on the last post (Comrade Obama). If liberals knew how delighted I was whenever they left snarky comments and were too squemish to do so without the veil of anonymity, they just wouldn't bother. Seriously, it makes my day laughing at them. Not because of their ideology, but because of their timidity. So there.
Now, on to our regularly scheduled run down of my trip to WalMart this week. And fear not, Shannon, I know not only where a WalMart is in Waikiki, but it also has a Sam's Club upstairs which sells wine and all sorts of almost live seafood that I would never consider putting in my body. So you'll no doubt hear at least something from there.
Yesterday, as we were leaving the WalMarts, I stopped to let some pedestrians pass in front of me. I do that sort of thing. I haven't squashed anyone in years. Anywho, I looked into my rearview mirror just in time to see a ginormous truck (a Ford, in case you were wondering) smash into me car's bum. It was backing up, and there was a big box in the back so they couldn't see out their window to my dink little Honda. A big scrape and a small dent in the trunk thanks to their hitch ensued. Information was exchanged and I was on my way.
Later in the afternoon, after the boys had their naps, we headed down to the car repair place for an estimate. While we were waiting, H2 was kind enough to pull a bunch of magazines off of a table and onto the floor, throw himself down on the floor kicking and screaming and then continued to scream while we went outside to look at the damage, while we sat in the office and waited for the estimate, and the whole time I was putting him into the car to leave. As soon as we left, he was all smiles (please start praying about our flights to and from Hawaii. Oh my...). Of course, by then I felt like screaming ($1200 was the estimate). I called L, all weepy and frazzled and in need a fainting couch, stat. As usual, L talked me down, decided to come home rather than go to the gym so that he could deal with his high strung wife, and fixed everything.
And that's that.