Dinosaurs, Wal-Mart and Fudge

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I, like several hundred other pinheads, braved the parking lots and long checkout lines at Wally World on Saturday. My brilliant idea, "Let's go to the Weatherford Super Wal-Mart that is nice and clean and should be less crowded". Oh contrare, mi amigo. Everybody and their dog were there. Probably was exposed to upteen gazillion mutated strains of the flu. Yes, got my shot in October, to learn that oops, maybe we weren't given the exact dosage to combat Ninja Turtle Strain influenza. Manuevered my cart to get to the "had to have" Hulk Hands for the two short people on my list. Later, only to discover Santa had already been to Wal Mart and made such purchase. So, today I get in the long line at the Hulen Street Wal Mart to return the coveted Hands that go grrrr when slightly touched or jostled. My car sounded like it had pit bulls in the back seat at every bump. Now, I have two nice bicycle helmets waiting to be wrapped and put under Grandma's tree. Yes, the little darlings have such a wonderful, original name for me.

Then, tonight, as I am a sucker for dinosaur anything, I turned on Dinosaur Planet on the Discovery channel. Made the long awaited birthday fudge for my K-Man. All the stuff for the fudge had been bought a week ago and was sitting on the kitchen dinette table. K has rattled the bags for a couple of days, just a gentle reminder.
Note to Pattie - I need to get cracking on my holiday baking as well.

And to round out the evening, my kitchen faucet develops a problem that went straight to a nice steady stream of a leak instead of the preliminary little drips that forewarn the Flood. And oh jolly - the faucet is the washerless kind so a Peerless Mixit thus translates to "must replace whole damn contraption". K-Man had to crawl underneath the sink and turn the main valve off for tonight. Water bills are atrocious in this house without watering an empty sink all night. Tomorrow, will make a run to the local hardware store to purchase a new one. Just what we needed - house repairs at Christmas time. Last week it was the water pump in Emmiebug's truck - a $200 bill we could have certainly lived without for a few months. Candy canes look like a good option to round out the Christmas shopping and taped around the cane will add a photograph of the lovely things we intended to buy cut out from the Sear catalog. Oh yeah, no such thing as the Sears Christmas catalog anymore, I guess. Do it online now? Can't compare to the weeks of dog-earring the special pages for reminders to Santa as a child. The Sears catalog was tradition. How the heck do kids survive without the Sears Catalog to drool and dream over? I often feel my age, nowadays.

Did I also mention youngest child's tuition for the new semester is also just around the corner? Can I take a raincheck on Christmas this year, Santa?