You must be distracted....

You must be distracted....ah, yup.

This morning bright at early Kent and I dropped Lanette off at the airport.  It was such a blessing to have her here, we laughed, we cried, we reminisced, we reconnected and love abounded.

I miss her terribly already.

My reaction to all the stuff that is going on has been unnerving to people and I think that the people around me have had a significantly more emotional reaction than I have had.

Until today.

About 2 hours after Lanette left, I found myself becoming more emotional and a little angry.  I didn't like being passed over in line ups, my patience had all but dried up and I realized that I was losing my ability for self control.  I recited the fruit of the spirit....over and over again....

Eventually, people became less annoying.  Amazing how that works!

So when people were less annoying I decided to go grocery shopping.  I got a little cart, headed to Safeway--went about picking up my veggies and a few other things I needed and proceeded to the "self checkout".   The self check out fulfills a life long dream of being a check out girl.  Seriously.  I am not kidding.  I love it.

I had stocked the cart a little more full than I had hoped and headed to my line up.  The manager was there helping me as I unloaded and bagged my groceries.

I headed to my car I realized that I hadn't paid for 2x12 cans of coke, a cucumber, 2 lemons, an avocado, 4L milk jug and 2 bags of cooked shrimp.

Sigh.

So, what would you do?  The manager had helped me.  I had escaped and I was free to go home.

Sigh.

I walked back into the store with the goods I hadn't bought.  This is just such a Kim move.

I got odd looks as I walked in with a grocery cart of groceries--from the parking lot.  I found the manager and told him what had happened.  He looked at me like I was nuts.  He said, "You must be distracted..."

I said, "You have no idea."

He said, "Get outta here"

So I got about $50.00 worth of free groceries for being mental.

Bonus!

On the Fred front--since coming home from New York, he has been shrinking.  In the words of a wonderful friend Sandy, "Fred is turning into Fre, which is turning into Fr and soon he will be just an F."

Priceless.

So tomorrow, Fred dies.

I check into Victoria General Hospital at 7.15 am and sometime after than will be put under general anesthetic, and Fred, the vicious creature will be cut from my body.

I can't wait--Fred will die!