I’m such a moron. I had to go to the post office today and I was running late. That meant that if I wanted anything to go out today (Hi, SKY!!), I had to drive over to the uber-post office. It’s 40 minutes away.
By the time I got out of there, I succombed to the power of suggestive shopping at Whole Foods. I’m having difficulty finding organic baby yogurt anywhere else, so I’m stuck giving them one of my limbs in exchange for a little Yo Baby. I rolled in and parked in the last parking spot in the lot. What the hell?
Oh, the Super Bowl. Or, as we are calling it, the Non-Super Bowl. The place was crazy. There was a band, for heaven’s sake. A band. In the supermarket. Just in case you wanna hang out and listen? Whatever. But the greatest thing that could ever possibly happen at Whole Foods was happening.
Beer tasting. All over the store. It was like happy hour. Happy hour for moms who left their children and spouse at home. Moms that just HAPPEN to be wearing “Mommy Needs a Beer” t-shirts.
It took me 40 minutes to get out of Whole Foods. And I only had two bags. And 4 6-packs. Oops. What can I say? Mommy Needs a Beer.