Think that's a good time to hit the grocery or other stores? Because everyone else will be gearing up for the big game? Well, SO DOES EVERY OTHER WOMAN ON THE PLANET, and they will meet you there. Bella and I just spent a hellacious 2 hours within the Evil Empi--Wal-Mart, and it will take me until tomorrow to recover.
The primary mission? While Alex was at the other house loading stuff up, and at Lowe's getting supplies, I was to procure the Velveeta, Rotel, and ground beef he requires to make his football-watching dip. I keep telling Alex that Velveeta is NOT EVEN CHEESE, but he cares not. So we did all of our other shopping first before hitting the grocery section. Bella has taken to saying "check," as we acquire things, which cracks me up. Chocolate milk? Check. Jumpincow*? Check. Turkey annwich turkey? Check. And then--and then, we got to the Rotel aisle. It was empty. I kid you not, 4 shelves high and all the way to the back, empty. NO ROTEL. AT ALL. At this point, I was nearly losing it already. I looked heavenward, and halfway to God, halfway for my captive toddler audience, I appealed: "Lord, I cannot go home without Rotel. I cannot go to another store in search of Rotel, as I am about to FREAK OUT from Wal-Mart-related stress." Looked at Bella, "What do we do?" to which she helpfully replied, "We have to find some, and you will be better." I turned into the next aisle, when what to my wondering eyes did appear, crammed in carelessly among some Ramen noodles, but a 28-oz. can of ORIGINAL ROTEL. Three times the size I needed, but when you ask God for something, be prepared to get it. I must have looked like a madwoman clutching the only can of Rotel in town to my busom and rushing through to the checkout with a wild-eyed look. I didn't care.
So we got out with our lives, and two, count 'em, TWO full carts of rampant consumerism. Here's a hint: even if things are on sale for a dollar, if you by 200 such things, you've just spent $200. Free tip from me to you. Also? If you're making "cheese" dip without actual cheese, you might as well also use ground beef that isn't. That is, Morningstar Farms veggie TVP crumbles that look and taste pretty much like ground beef. We did use actual corn chips.
And what does it say about my personality that I came home from this shopping trip with both of these items?
*Jumpincow--Bella's favored brand of milk, and thus all white milk is so-called, because of this packaging: