I just went to Wal-Mart. (Cringe)
I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY! Please don’t go! I swear I had a good reason. Honest.
Just let me explain: I had a gift card. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just let the Waltons keep the money, right?
Turns out that prior to quitting my job last week, I was chosen as Associate of the Month. That is just how awesome I am. I get awards for jobs I don’t even have anymore, and the big prize that comes with such a prestigious honor is a $25 Wal-Mart gift card. Craptastic.
And then last night, after buying all the ingredients to make African Peanut-Potato Stew (compliments of fatfreevegan.com by way of Allie’s Answers), I discovered there was no way the whole recipe was going to fit in the largest pot we had here. Rather than halve it (because why make soup if you can’t make a lot), I held off for tonight, when I will press into service my brand new, American-made Wal-Mart graniteware stock pot.
And that is why, on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, I was wandering through the vast clutter among the NASCAR masses, hunting for cookware. Forgive me. I’d say it won’t happen again, but I still have $2.68 left on the card, despite the 4-pack of boxer briefs that was supposed to put me over the top. This is why I hate gift cards. Chances are, that $2.68 is going to stay in the Walton family coffers. At least it’s not my $2.68.
I am grateful for the stock pot and the underpants, though.
Also, it gave me something to write about. Not being on a schedule and not having a job that leaves me with several hours each day to fill with internet hijinks has really thrown me off my blogging game. Writing here at home just feels weird, too. Aaron can commiserate, I believe.
Thanks to everyone for your comments and suggestions on Friday. These are strange times for the lady and me, and right now all you blog folks are probably the steadiest thing we have going. So thanks for that. I’m doing my best to keep up with all of your happenings even when no one is paying me at the same time.
I have a job lined up through the temp service starting on Thursday, so I guess vacation will have to wait, but I’m glad I’ll still be getting a paycheck. I don’t exactly know what the job entails, but I don’t expect to have all day to compose posts and read blogs. Ahh, remembering the good ol’ days. Of last week.
Right now, it's time to make stew. Good night.