5:30 p.m.
The Fresh Market
Forest Acres, SC
I had a strong craving for pimento cheese this afternoon so I decided to take both kids to the store before heading home for the evening. Mario is in Athens right now so I had Clare hold on to my skirt to follow me and I held/restrained Wesley through the store. I ordered a single scoop of jalapeno pimento cheese from the deli for $2.56. I took the cheese with my free hand and made a dash for the cash registers up front.
Along the way I did a very human thing. I passed a tiny bit of gas. Farted. Tooted. Whatever you want to call it.
And then I heard Clare say "Wesley, this store smells like poop!" in her very best outside voice in the middle of the bulk foods section.
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Wylie would have been giggling and pointing. Just wait until Wesley gets to that stage!
You made me laugh so hard! You inspired me to share a funny story to- check it out on my blog.
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