Going out with a spare....

It's never a dull moment in my life.

The other day at the grocery store, I was rummaging through my purse for my wallet to pay. (Because I'm not an organized mother who has everything in it's place)

And out with a vengeance, came Lil Ramblers spare underwear. Like a Matrix slow motion out. Where everything else stopped in time EXCEPT her little Dora underwear.

She's newly potty trained. You parents know it's wise to carry a spare with you. Or your sweater, or pretty shirt becomes a wrap for accident prone little ones until you get home.

Well...that spare landed on the high school male cashiers, (who's seemed 17), conveyor belt. He looked at me, I looked at him. He was startled. By my kids Dora underwear! Silly non parental person.

He wasn't sure it if it was mine. And if it was mine, was it clean or dirty? And was this an 'older' ladies way of flirting with him. (I'm not sure...I threw that one in). I felt like I saw all that play out in his eyes as I slowly and painfully grabbed at her underwear.

So meekly...I said it was my kids, cause she was accident prone...I kept talking as he stared at me but through me and sprayed the area my?/lil rambler's panty touched with his disinfect spray they use for runny meats and spilt milk.

As I swiped my card to pay, I kept talking.

As he bagged my milk, ice cream, tabloid magazine, and other goods, I kept talking.

As he gave me my receipt, I kept talking.

I.just.kept.talking.

Nervous laughter and my embarrassed apology and reassurance it wasn't mine was the absolute last thing I gave him as I pulled away.

Oi Vey.

Later that week, I offered a ride to an employee so she wouldn't have to walk to her car. I have that touch pad thingie majig that I usually use instead of digging for my keys. You know, so that I'm not standing OUTSIDE my car taunting some crazy person to come up and get me (mmmmm, like your crazy guy HipHopHippie).

So we are sitting there in the car, talking, searching (insert reminder that I'm not organized) and I'm digging and again...it pops out.

In her lap.

And for a second I realize she thinks it might be mine. And the uncomfortableness of the cashier moment slowly made it's way into my mind.

But she's seen my kid. I'm sure my kid might have bossed her around.

"Lil Ramblers??"

"uh, yes...I wish I were that tiny" giggle, giggle, giggle.

Ask me if the spare is still in my purse?

Come on...ask me!

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Well blog...goodbye to 2009.

We are thankful for the many many blog pals we have met along our 2009 journey. And what a journey it's been.

Until next year people. Be safe. Hug the ones you love.