ode to the "good things in life"

darlings,

sigh. just thinking about this post is making me sigh. Being this season of harvest and gratitude (well, almost) I am thinking lots about grateful moments in my life. Here's one I felt inclined to share with ya'll. My bloggin' peeps.

Let me start from the beginning. Picture this. Aaron and I are out of food. (well, i'm sure there were some things to eat...but no REAL food for a lunch the next day). So, naturally, we were going to head down to our neighborhood Walmart that is 4 minutes away from our house
(Location, location, location people! love that)

So, it was a rare night that Aaron didn't really have lots of homework (or let's be honest, maybe he did, but he didn't feel like doing it. We've realized there will ALWAYS be more to study). We decided to venture to the store together. Good times, right?

No. We got half way there and I started crying and telling Aaron that I didn't have the energy to fight the crowds and get all of the things we needed to. Nuff said. Aaron knows not to question the tears. We turned around. Went home. Watched The Office.

Next day. No lunch. sob! What?! So, a few granola bars later and fruit snacks too, I tell Aaron that we MUST try Walmart again that night after work. So we did. Got the goods, checked out the "maternity section" that had LITERALLY 3 different shirts and 2 different pants. Awesome. Thanks, Walmart.

We get ALL of the stuff we needed/wanted and got in line. Waited, waited and waited some more. We're sitting there, the cashier is sitting there, and the lady purchasing is sitting there. No one was moving/talking/doing ANYthing, so I make Aaron ask (after about 15 minutes...literally) if he could help. Apparently they were waiting for some employee to get something for this lady. So we wait and wait some more. By this time, my eyes are welling up and I am debating whether or not I am going to climb into the cart on top of the eggs, or just plop on the floor (doesn't that visual sound nice? me plopping? yeah, that is what I do these days).

Finally! the employee comes running up to the register with the all important item. What is it? We wanted to know, what could have possible taken this much time???

Oh, yes. Now I understand. Pirates of the Caribbean mini boxers...about a size 22. Of course, for the woman customer. I think the inseam was about 1/2" long (hence why the word "mini" was used in the title). Awesome.

Worth the wait? Totally. It made my whole night. Pirates of the Caribbean mini boxers always are, aren't they?

p.s. I tried to find an image on Walmart's website of these glorious threads, but alas! she must have gotten the last pair!