I can't remember to buy water softener salt. There aren't any flatbed carts anymore. The garden center is closed. Go figure. They expect me to remember to buy it at the end of my trip. Do any of these people HAVE children? If so, I doubt they've ever shopped with them. There really isn't room in my minivan, not with the wheelchair and groceries. Ten of those 40 pound bags is really really heavy. They are really heavy. So, when Mr. Survival decided to avoid annoying emails for work join us on our shopping trip, I was pleased. To say the least. Chickadee was at preschool on the old school schedule still, and miss THANG and Beansprout are already out on the new school schedule. The older two behaved really well, and we loaded up a cart first thing with water softener salt. So we wouldn't forget. I swear that cart barely withstood us dumping in all that salt. We bought it right away. Mostly cause we didn't want to...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.