Tuesday, September 7, 2010

"May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you." -Leap Year (2010)

I like these wedding vows from the movie Leap Year, although it does sound a little cheesier reading it than I remember it sounding while I was watching the movie.

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I went to Costco today, and here is my story

I went up to the self check out line (love this) with my 3 items - formula, toilet paper, and diapers. The nice Costco lady told me to keep the toilet paper and diapers on the cart, and she scanned them there with her portable scanner. I scanned the formula myself, and put it on the conveyor belt, and paid for my stuff. And then I walked away without the formula. Until I got to the exit, where the exit lady marked my receipt with a yellow highlighter, and I realized that I forgot the formula. So I turned my cart around and walked back to the check out line and saw that the formula was gone. So I went back to where they were in the store, picked up a different one, walked back to the exit where I passed the same exit lady, who said she was glad I had remembered, and walked out to my car. When I got there, I looked up and saw a man walking towards me with a can of formula. He held it up, as if he knew that it was mine. He was the person in line behind me, and my formula got boxed up with his stuff. So I said, "Oh, that was mine, but I grabbed another one!" To which he replied, "Well, now you have two!" And he placed it in my cart and walked away. I stared at the 2 cans of formula in my cart for a long time. I'm going to be honest with you here, my first thoughts were not very honest. However, once I loaded my purchases into the trunk, I unlatched Ezekiel's car seat and hefted it all the way back to the exit, where I gave the highlighter lady the extra can of formula, and explained to her why I had not paid for that one.

In the words of a 3 year old I know, I want to have a beautiful pink and purple sparkly heart, not an ugly black heart. Like her (and to my shame), it just takes me a minute to think about it.


Until tomorrow,
Misty



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