It is official. We have decided that we should be doing more of our shopping online. Today, we decided to venture out to get the kids their Christmas program outfits. I know. The program is Wednesday. Why don't they have their outfits yet? Well, I had the perfect outfits in mind for the kids to wear--but do you think I could find anything remotely close to what I wanted? Of course not. And we decided to head to Peoria after Kevin got home from work--before he had a chance to nap. He actually started out in a better mood than me.
We started at Target, which in case you didn't know, is apparently the gathering place for all people over 80, aggressive women and overall stupid people. I know I shouldn't judge, but had you seen what we walked into, you would understand. As we entered Target, we got our cart and then stopped. Every single person pulled their list out and stopped right there. They were so far back they were keeping the doors open. I don't know about you, but when I go to the store, I at least know why I'm there. You know--Oh, I need to get clothes...I won't stand in front of the doors. I'll head in that direction and THEN look at my list to see what I need. Call me crazy, but in my world, that's how it works.
Now for the shopping...they had a selection of 3 sweaters for Trevor. And they were U-G-L-Y. So, we headed to the girls section. What is up with the pink camoflage skirts? Oh, right. It's hideous--that's why they had so much left. People actually have good taste and don't buy it. SO, we finally found the dresses--sleeveless of course, you know how practical that is for Christmas. We ended up with a khaki skirt and a pink sweater. Trev got a blue shirt and khaki's. Shoes were another story. Apparently Leeandra wears a popular size--10 1/2. Couldn't find any! So we paid and went to Shopko for shoes. Again, no shoes. Kevin, at this point, it tired of shopping--even though I really don't like the outfits, there is no way I am even going to suggest we look elsewhere (I'll have to do that when he's not with me). But he suggests WalMart. I offered to go in and have him wait in the car, but we go in. And as we do, even the Greeter is frowning...does that tell you what kind of day he was having? Well we are following a man with a cart that has so many piercings you can see the gaping holes in his ears from behind...did I mention the tattoos on his neck and arms? Now, again, there is a HUGE traffic jam, we are behind him waiting while 4 women decide what they want to buy and what is on sale, and Trevor is just staring. We couldn't get out of there quick enough. Heaven only knows what he was thinking. I told him to be quiet and he listened!!! So, we squeeze our way through and head back towards shoes and people are practically running through the aisles with the carts almost hitting people (including Trevor--did I tell you I was leading him?). Okay--it's WalMart--they'll get more. Well, there were flurries--they might have been worried they wouldn't be able to get out again before Christmas. We finally bought Leeandra some boots that we aren't sure will go with her outfit, but I figured it would be better to have boots that looked "OK" than to show up with her skirt and tennis shoes. Gosh I love Christmas programs.
We got home and Kevin was ready to take a nap--so I thought, hey, a nap sounds good. I was in that perfect stage between being awake and sleep when I heard it. THE MOUSE. It was in the bedroom, Kevin was sleeping, so I wake him to tell him I hear it. He then rolls over and is asleep again within a minute. How can he do that? I think it was in the clothes basket--you know the one with all the socks that have missing mates. I kept hearing it so I definitely couldn't sleep--it might climb into the bed! I set up the "Mice Cube" which is supposed to trap the mouse without killing it. I'm desperate...I've tried the good old regular mouse trap, glue traps and now this. HOW DO WE GET RID OF IT???? It's not that I really dislike mice. It's just the fact that I didn't invite into our home, it doesn't live in a cage, and it is potentially peeing and pooping in my bedroom. GROSS! Well on that note, we are going to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Trying that new Netflix. We'll see if it is really worth the money.