Happy Good Friday everyone! Oh wait, that's one of those holidays that I have no clue what it is because I hate holidays. Probably has to do with that Jesus guy or something. :) And I don't even want to get any emails about that comment. Read a little harder/know me a little better.
"At Thu Mar 24, 11:44:03 PM CST, said... 11:45, eh? Way past your 10:15 bedtime, ! The Toto basket was my first choice but then I couldn't find one that would fit my bike. And I'm afraid it might throw me off and I might crash it easier. And I usually wouldn't care, but this time I do: It's ShelBY. :)
The Wal-Mart oddity
Wednesday I went to watch a movie, Robots, and afterward I went to the semi-new Wal-Mart in south Broken Arrow. It's like right around 10 pm and since I've been having a bout of insomnia lately, I'm not really fully cognizant of what's happening around meNor am I too alive feeling. So I'm walking around gettin' my stuff: sausage? chh....eck hangers? chhh...eck...bleh. When from the loud intercom:
"Attention Wal-Mart shoppers"
"If you are the owner of a black..."
(pleasedon'tsayHonda pleasedon'tsayHonda pleasedon'tsayHonda becuase I really don't have the energy to go outside twice; can't YOU just turn my lights off, pretty please?)
"...cat, please come to the front. Once again, if you are the owner of a black cat, please come to the front."
(She didn't say cat. I'm sure she said cad. which would probably be short for something like Cadillac and I didn't hear her right because I'm so friggin' sleepy, probably have slight hearing loss anyway, and also have some ear/throat infection that makes me not hear as well)
During the course of the next 30 minutes:
Scented oil? chhh...eck
Ooooh..new floaty candles chhheck
Cheap shampoo that smells fantabulous chhhhh....eck
Possibly get new rawhide for my dog?* walking walking
Walking past the cat stuff to find the dog stuff...walking walking...
I look to the noise and I see a mostly black cat in something nearly identical to this.
Did I just...see a cat in Wal-Mart?
Ah jeez, I'm seriously considering getting something like this to take my Shelby with me on a bike ride. I already let her ride in the car with her face in the window. Does this make me a crazy pet person yet?
(I drafted this post a few days ago and didn't realize I hadn't posted backpack yet...oops)
*shut up, Bronwen, she LOVES them! And doesn't dig the Nylabones anymore. So, I don't wanna hear the speech. :)