It is September! I love September. All of fall is still ahead of us. It’s the Friday afternoon of months. Well, it is for those of us who like fall best. For those of us who like summer best, it’s the Sunday afternoon of months. And for those of us who like winter best, it’s the Wednesday evening of months. For those of us who like spring best, it’s nothing.
At Target yesterday I impulse-bought a pack of cake-batter Chapstick. It tastes/smells remarkably like cake batter. It makes me want to eat cake.
I also impulse-bought a Russell Stover s’more, 50% off. It tasted remarkably like a s’more, and was even more difficult than a regular s’more to eat while driving. I mean, I assume it was, having never test-driven a regular s’more. I know the Russell Stover one was crumbly and I had to give up, and it seems like a regular s’more would be sticky and gooey but would at least mostly stay together because of that sticky/gooey situation. I wish I’d bought more than one.
I had a couple of irritating shopping things happen. One was a coupon for Purell that said it was 20% all the Purell in the order, but when I looked at the receipt later I saw it had only taken 20% off one of the four Purells I bought. Also, there were two boxes of Kleenex on a moderate clearance—something like $1.68 down from $2.39. Not a huge bargain, but the three youngests’ class lists all include two boxes of tissues, so I bought them. But they both rang up at $2.39, and I didn’t notice at the time. The clearance sticker is right on them, so I COULD bring them back and get the price adjusted, but I know I’m not going to.
I hate stuff like that. It’s not a big deal AT ALL, but I hate it. It does help a little that the notebook I bought for $3.50 rang up as $2.80.
The non-Henry kids and I are watching the first season of 24. That show is too scary for me. The twins are missing a lot of the subtle scary stuff, like what is happening to that girl after the bad guy takes her into a more private room. Rob, age 15, thinks it is the coolest show he has ever watched. I’m hoping some of the “danger to women” issues are sinking in—though there’s so much danger OVERALL, perhaps it will seem to him to be spread out evenly.
Speaking of which, Janeric recommended the comic strip Dumbing of Age in the comments section on the teaching Rob the situation with women post, and I’ve been reading it and I really like it. I tried to join the strip in progress, but gave up after half a dozen strips and started at the beginning instead. I’m tearing through them now to catch up, and have recommended it to Rob. It reminds me somewhat of Questionable Content, a comic strip Rob and I both like (it took me awhile to get into it, but he recommended it so strongly I persisted, and now I love it).
Next time you go, buy another Russell Stover ‘s S’more and take it out of the packaging, wrap a paper towel around it and buzz it in the microwave for a few seconds. Buy a few, so you can tweak times and power levels just right. My 1200 watt micro needs 10 seconds at 70 % to render a gooey, melty, yummy s’more. Have fun!
I love those comics, too. You might also like Girls With Slingshots (http://www.girlswithslingshots.com/), Grrl Power (http://grrlpowercomic.com/), and Strong Female Protagonist (http://strongfemaleprotagonist.com/issue-1/page-0/)
QC, Dumbing of Age, and Girls With Slingshots are the three webcomics I read every day!
Those shopping PITAs would bug me in exactly the same way – I would hate it, and I would not go back and get it fixed. I’m still regularly scalded by the fact that I accidentally bought two mini ipad cases for Eve for Christmas and never managed to return one. AGH!
Friday afternooooooooooooooon! Except it’s really only late-night Thursday here. STILL GOOD.
I once went back to the customer service desk at Target to correct a five cent mistake. Yes I did. I mean, I was there anyway, spending maybe another hundred gazillion dollars, but that five cent mistake was clearly the cashier’s mistake, so I got my nickel back. :)
Fall is the best, by far. Now if only the 90 degree temps would dissipate we’d be good.
I end up staring at my receipt in the parking lot at Target every single time trying to figure out whether I actually got all the coupons/cartwheels etc that I thought I was going to. And several times I have in fact gone back to get stuff fixed. They always do it, and are really nice about it, so I usually figure it’s worth it if I’m still there. If I didn’t notice til I got home, though? I’d do what you’re doing and be irritated but not figure it was worth the extra trip to get fixed.
I’ll say something if I catch the error while I’m checking out because then it’s clearly a computer/scanner error. But if I were to go back after the fact, I would feel like I was accusing someone of doing something wrong, so I just feel irritated and let it go.
That first paragraph is gold.