Anyone ever had a canker sore crater on their tongue?
Gosh, they're miserable. Apparently, God would prefer me to be silent since I am plagued with these enormous potent suckers constantly. There's probably something to be said for that.
Anyway, my story isn't about cankers. It's actually about our trip to CVS.
The other morning, I throw the kids in the car and mad dash right up the road to find some relief for the current few cankas (as we like to call them in New England.)
I throw 20 dollars in my pocket, leave my purse in the front seat, hitch Adden onto my hip, and hold Selah's hand as she jumps out of the van-like car we own. Oh yeah, and I locked it. Made sure to lock it.
I walk in, consult the pharmacists, grab some Maalox and Benadryl to concoct some sort of sweet numbing agent, meander down the aisles looking for 75% off candy for my sweetheart, hoist the kids up for drinks from the bubbla, and eventually make it to the counter to pay for my goods. We speak to the people in line, make small talk with the clerk, and head out the door about a half hour later.
To my utter horror, I walk out to see my van-like car door wide open. Oh yeah, wide open, for a half hour. My purse is still hanging out in the front seat, by some act of God. Maybe it's still there cause I made sure to lock the car? I never forget to lock the car, though occasionally I forget to close the door.
Gosh, does anyone else do these kinds of things?
Just about the only thing that consoles me is that I remembered the children. Yay for that.
I repeat, does anyone else do these kinds of things? Please tell me I'm not the only one..