Preparation Day Adventure

Extracts from my Journal:

This morning after I cleaned out the cave the creature said we (there’s that word again) need to go to Wally’s Cave for things we are out of. I didn’t note I was out of anything, everything I need is in the ice box. I go there regularly and everything I need is there. Some meat, some eggs, an occasional vegetable, a drink of cow nectar, life is good. She says if it were not for her, the ice box would go empty. That makes no sense. There will always be more. That’s what “more” means.

So off we go (that word again). She makes lists of things she needs and I am supposed to go find some of them. She keeps the list however, so I have to find her often to see what is on the list. I seem to get distracted somehow, maybe it is all the pretty colors and containers. I find the body powder but I am standing a few feet away talking to missionaries, on the portable talk thing, who have a flat tire. She has located a cave worker who brings her to the body powder section and she thanks the cave worker, picks up two containers of the stuff and walks away. I think it is odd since I have a push-along thing to place items in and I think she should put them in the push thing, but off she goes, all the same.

When I finish giving the missionaries instructions, I get going again, but she is not to be found. Not a problem, since I remember that an item on the list is socks. I head for the sock area, but find some nice clip-on ties along the way. They are pretty. I put some in the push-along thingie. When I find the socks, there are too many. There should just be black and white, boys and girls, but NO there are TONS of socks, some a short, some are long, some are colored, some are almost clear and have your underpants connected to them! I stand there a long time, and my portable talk thing rings. I answer, and it is she. She wonders where I am. That’s dumb, I’m right by the next thing on the list, Socks. Turns out she was by the next next thing on the list, a squeegee, waiting for me to show up. I don’t remember THAT on the list.

She takes me to the area with meats. I like that area. She puts some in the push-along and when the push-along starts to get pretty heavy, we go to the front of the cave where the cave worker is who pretends to be friendly and takes my money. That seems rude, but we leave and go back to our cave and she puts the cold meats in the top of the ice box where things get EXtra Cold. Says whey will keep there longer. Well of course they will. They get hard in there and you can’t eat them! We will have to go back to the Wally’s Cave again soon I fear.

Extracts from Her Journal:

Saturday! I like Saturdays. It feels good to clean our apartment and get organized for the week. Scottie and I sit down at breakfast and plan out our grocery list and what errands we need to get done. I throw another batch of laundry in the washing machine and we are out the door.

Once inside Eastgate’s Wally’s World we find they have placed items in different locations than Ammon’s Wally’s World, but no problem. I ask a nice checker for assistance. I encourage Scottie to stay put and I will be back in a moment. This should save his aching feet from doing any extra walking. I am such a thoughtful wife!

The nice checker finds what I need. I grab two, one for storage, one for now and I rush back to Scottie so as not to keep him waiting. No Scottie! I look and look and back track and then say to my self, “Self, where is that man?” He gets distracted so easily and hates to wait. He has no idea how fast I am and he doesn’t know the meaning of “waiting for a woman.” I try to imagine how a man’s mind works and it leads me to think of three places he could be. Tools, electronics, and food. He is not in the tools, electronics is out of the question for another year and that leads me to food. I wander around aimlessly for a long time and now MY feet are hurting.

I am ready to call store security when I remember my cell phone. I call and a cute little voice answers, “ Where are you?” Duh!!**!! I reply sweetly, “Looking for you sweetheart.”

I find him lost in the sock section smiling shyly. He can’t seem to find the soft warm fuzzy socks he likes best. We locate his favorite socks just to the left of his hip.

We gather the last of our supplies, making sure the whole time to keep Scottie in front of me so as not to lose him again. Memories of shopping with 2 year old twins spring into my head at this point.

As we drive home I make a mental note not to forget to put treats in my purse for next Saturday. I really must get that man out more often. Sometimes I worry he lives in the dark ages.

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