Vacation yields rest, and a bit of the crazy

 I slept in until 9:55 AM.  I refused to leave my bed until 9:56, which seemed that much closer to 10:00, but far less close to my kidneys exploding.   It was glorious in a "wish I had the bladder stamina to sleep until noon like the old days" kind of way.

It was at Walmart, where I took the boy to spend his $20 on a new DS game, that I was overcome with memories of my Walmart rules of order.  That was one of my first blogs, and yet, here we are some 500 entries later, and I'm still stunned by the weirdness that is Walmart.    We're standing in the toy aisle when I hear this woman in the next aisle mumbling something about "where is it?" and then a crash of toys to the linoleum tile and all hell breaks loose.  

"I don't SHIT money, Mikey!!"   She screams out. 

Say what?!  Is this really appropriate behavior for a public discount department store at 11:15 on a Friday?  Good lord.  What is the world coming to? 

Back home, I'm cleaning the bathroom, when the boy comes running in, panicked.  "I was outside, and the DS was in my pocket, and I leaned over, and it went in the pool!"

"What?! Where is it?"

"It's here... it was closed; I took it right out."

And then we used the hairdryer to no avail.  There goes the $20 game, and the $179.00 DS.  

Jesus.  If only I did shit money.  That'd be a superhero power that would be useful.