That was the most disheartening, discouraging, disgusting shopping trip that never was. This Walmart has NO. Dress. Shoes. for women and the handbags went from monstrously hugh and ugly to extremely tiny and blinged out.
So unless I want to go into St George, there will be no shoes for Easter. If I’m lucky I’ll get my hair cut this morning, but I think it will end up waiting until Monday. I could always try to cut it myself, which I did all the time when I was younger, but I don’t know if the arthritis and bursitis in my shoulders and elbows will allow it. But wait...I still need to get the truck serviced and I don’t know what that will cost, yet.
I think I need to write to Charlie and then get some thank-you cods written. It seems my life has been on hold for the last month.
Try Walmart.com: they’ll have things delivered to your local store for free. Doesn’t help you for tomorrow, though, but probably nobody will notice your shoes.
Elen, USMC, found her missing wallet in the mess in her room (her mess and the other resident’s), just like I said she would. Am I completely right about absolutely everything, or what?