Ugh.

I hate Wal-Mart. I really do. I know there are many people out there that love themselves some Wally World but I am not one of them. Perhaps it is the get-out-of-my-way excuse for customer service. Perhaps the glaringly bright lights. Or perhaps the junk that always seems to be spewn about everywhere. For the reasons above and many more, I am just not a fan.

I shop at Wal-Mart only under extreme duress. So it was a BIG deal when I decided to go shop there this evening. I needed some buckets for my wheat and I heard that they had them there. Because I don't get very many chances to shop without my two sidekicks, I also decided to pick up some other things whilst there in order to save time.

I spent one rather unpleasant hour cruising through the store to get everything on my list. I had groceries for Easter dinner on Sunday, ingredients for a dip I am bringing to a potluck tomorrow night, diapers for the baby (she has only two left), a potty for Luke, a few things I needed to finish off our 72-hour kits, birthday presents for people ... basically everything but the kitchen sink. I even had coupons for most of the things and had those all in order.

So I head to the self checkout (hate those but that is another post) and just before I start ringing everything in I check my purse. No wallet.

No joke.

Go ahead and laugh because I did. Hysterically, in fact.

Ahh, life.