Tonight we made a quick run to Wal-Mart to pick up a few items, two of which were a couple gallons of milk. However, when we made our way to the dairy section in the back of the store they had plastic tarps covering up every inch of it. For added measure they had yellow caution tape streaming across the front of the milk cooler. I'm not sure what this was all about but I'm guessing they were either trying to isolate an Ebola-like virus like in that movie Outbreak or a sour cream container murdered a cup of that Activia yogurt that Jamie Lee Curtis likes so much.
One of the things we got were these wipes for Ella. She's quite independent and likes to go the bathroom by herself now. The only problem is she, um, doesn't always clean herself up completely. As the cashier was scanning them in the check-out, Ella told her "These are for wiping the poopy off my bum so it doesn't itch." I just looked down and shook my head but the man behind me in line felt compelled to add to the discussion. He looked at me and said "Oh buddy, my kids have said much worse things than that." I took him at his word when I looked at his t-shirt which read "Go f*** yourself you f***in' f***." My first thought was that Ella's poop disclosure wasn't such a big deal, while my second thought was when did that guy steal the t-shirt from my closet?
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