Tobey's brother is slowly improving. Hopefully by tomorrow they will have him awake but they are also going to have to install a trach tube. Install? Insert? Stick in. Thank you for your prayers and e-mails.

Onward.

Tonight at the Wal-Mart if I could have strangled the Tobey I would have. I suppose in hindsight it wasn't all his fault....

I am looking for a dvd copy of Sense & Sensibility. I saw one at Barnes and Noble but passed it by thinking I could get it cheaper at Wally World. So on on 93rd trip to Wal-Mart this week, we looked for a copy.

They had one of those huge $5 bins of movies and while I was looking through the racks of movies - Tobey was looking through the bin. I had left the cart with my purse in it and went over to where he was. No one was around so I figured it was ok. But then the second I leave the cart everyone and their brother flocked on the $5 bin. Dang.

I went back to get the cart and haul it over to the bin and started digging through the dvds. I found an interesting title and grabbed it, clutched Tobey and made some smart butt comment about the movie. Only it wasn't Tobey I grabbed. It was some stranger! I know I must have turned all shades of red and when I looked around Tobey was no where to be found. Gone he was. Gone.



I scurried away and being a tall gal I could see the top of his little shiny head in the dvd area of electronics. It is interesting to note that he had also ditched me in the B and N earlier and I was not only embarrassed but twerked beyond all good measure.

I know I should have looked before I grabbed a complete stranger but he also could have said he was leaving. This was almost as bad as the time I grabbed GrandTobey's butt during Thanksgiving thinking he was Tobey. Yeah, I know but hey: they have exactly the same build and look to them. It really wasn't all my fault yanno.

I'm sure there is a moral to this story some where and I think it has to do with ditching your wife while shopping. I might need to adjust my man shopper rules. Which reminds me of this:

While at the Publix for the 62nd time this week there was a cute, little, older couple shopping. The woman was doing everything right: cart on the right side of the aisle, not blocking anything. Her husband? He was slap-dab in the middle of the aisle just standing there like he had never seen sliced bread before. And I couldn't pass them because of this. So I waited patiently and the lady finally told her husband to move because he was not letting me pass. I thanked her and proceeded to scoot by. She apologized and said something about taking him shopping with her. As in never again. I told her he was fine - just don't ever let him drive the cart. We both laughed and went on our merry way.

I like to think she is one of my Man Shopper followers. A gal can dream anyways.

~ame