Go ahead, give me the stink eye. You know you want to . . .

The other day we made a trip into town to pick up some groceries,

a birthday present, card for a baby shower,

a few odds and ends for our next camping trip,

waffle iron, you know, the basics.

These days I feel very much like I'm trying to function on half a brain.

I can't remember anything.

If there is something I need to do or buy,

I had better be writing it down on a list, or forget it!

Literally.

This also goes for my ability to take notice of my surroundings.

Yeah, not so much.

I am usually so caught up in making sure that Kam is comfortable,

Sierra and Makenna are having a good time and behaving,

all while mentally trying to go through the million items on my to-do list.

Summer VACATION. Ha!

There hasn't been anything relaxing about it so far.

So . . . .

There I was, pulling up to the check-out stand.

I had found everything on my list.

Kam was still in a good mood.

Kenners and Sierra were behaving

AND being helpful.

I start unloading the cart. The very full cart.

Once I have everything out, the cheker politely says these dreaded words:

Just so that you know, this is an express lane.

I glance around to find the big "15 items or Less" sign.

Then I notice it. On top of the lane number on a little sign.

Yep. That's right.

The lane that I pulled up to, the lane without any customers

{at first},

was in fact an EXPRESS LANE.

For those with LESS than 15 items.

I probably had 150 items!

Of course the second everything is up on the belt,

42 older ladies with 15 items or less in their baskets form a line behind me.

All the while giving me the dreaded stink eye.

Go ahead, you know you want to join them.

Not Me! Monday ~ Camping Edition

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not discover Golden Oreos while camping, and then proceed to eat almost an entire bag of the minis all by myself. Nor did I indulge in Snickerdoodles every.single.day. Please, I have way more self-control than that.

After seeing my skinny mini of a sister this weekend, I did not swear off said Oreos and Snickerdoodles {along with all other junk} in hopes of losing just a few more pounds. And I certainly didn't head right back for the sweets the following day. Not me.

In an effort to spend less time in the trailer slaving over dishwater, I did not buy paper plates, and disposable everything {yes, that includes diapers}. I am so much better at conserving than that, and would never do such a thing.

I did not remain in my jammies until 4 o'clock this afternoon simply because I was so busy unpacking the trailer, starting load after load of laundry {12 thus far}, and generally running around like a mad-woman trying to get everything clean and put away. Four thousand trips back and forth from trailer to house in jammies, greasy pony tail and without a stitch of makeup??? Unthinkable!

Alright, let's hear it, what didn't you do last week?