So, I’m out of the contest, taken down by a two-pack of yoga pants purchased at Sam’s Club. I really know how to go big or go home, don’t you think?
But see, hear me out. I have a certain kind of yoga pants that I loooooove. They are sold at Sam’s Club and ONLY at Sam’s Club if my (fairly skilled) googling skills are accurate. But see, they’re not ALWAYS at Sam’s. In fact, the last 2-3 times I was there, they didn’t have them. I rarely go to Sam’s (1-2 times/year), so this means it has been a long, LONG time since I was able to purchase my favorite yoga pants. Meanwhile, I was pregnant and had a baby and spent many days in yoga pants. And my yoga pants grew very sad and very tired and eventually had holes in them enough that I really shouldn’t wear them at all.
So anyway, I had to stop at Sam’s Club REALLY BRIEFLY before work the other night to return the K-cups David had purchased. He bought them for me- all 80 of them. He had the choice of Caribou K-cups, Green Mountain K-cups, and Folgers K-cups and guess what he chose? JUST GUESS. Yep, Folgers. Well, nothing against “the best part of waking up” or anything, but if I’m buying EIGHTY K-cups, and I have the choice of three brands for the same price, I’m not choosing FOLGERS. Especially when, ding-dong HALLO, there’s CARIBOU in the mix.
So I went to exchange them, and as I was walking through, there were my yoga pants, with only ONE package left in my size. I thought about it, I really did, for all of 3 maaaaybe 4 seconds before snatching them up. Then, since I was officially out of the contest ANYWAY, I bought some rolls of tape. Tape and yoga pants are what brought me down.
Like I said, I go big or go home, y’all!
So, we’re out of the contest, and I’ll happily be bringing a meal to whichever family wins. I’m sort of RELIEVED that I CHOSE to be out as I’ve been living in fear of buying something without realizing it until it was too late.
And now I’ve written an entire post about yoga pants, and my devotion to a variety only sold at Sam’s Club, and how yoga pants made me a LOSER. THE SHAME!
Also, completely unrelated, but my baby? She feels the need to HOLD ON to everything. I know this is somewhat common in babies her age, but she’s far more intense about it than any of my other babies were. When she’s nursing, she clenching my shirt. When I change her diaper, she grabs onto my hand and won’t let go. She constantly get gobs of the girls’ hair in her sticky little fists. I don’t know… I think she realizes she was born into a busy household and she better HANG ON or be lost in the shuffle. Poor girl!
Who, ME? Nah. See, while I’m young and my ideas about evolution are not yet fully formed, I’m not convinced my mama isn’t part ape (have you seen her LEGS?). JUST IN CASE she wants to start swinging through the trees mid-feeding, I HOLD ON. I mean, wouldn’t you?
P.S. A mere HOURS after writing that last post about our BEAUTIFUL WEATHER, it turned cold and nasty here, getting colder and nastier by the day. Today when we woke up it was -11, with windchills around -30. I didn’t even leave my HOUSE today–nay, my BED– it was so cold.