Stoopid is as Stoopid Does

It's been awhile since I have blogged huh? I will try remedy that from now on - tho, I do wish I could say this time away from bloggin has made me older and wiser, but apparantly its only made me older. Which I guess is good for all you readers out there (well, some of you anyway lol), but it certainly perplexes me why things have to be so darn hard for me....

Physically and emotionally, I have been somewhat of a mess lately. My husband felt sorry for me the other night when I complained of having a headache for a week straight and donated a painkiller of his to alleve my pain. In addition, after also whining about cold sores in my mouth, he gave me pills that help numb/help 'em mend a bit better.

Yep. My husband is where I go to for all my prescription needs. Needless to say, the poor guy is even more messed up than I am. But anyyway.... we will feel sorry for him another day, this blog post is dedicated to feeling for myself. SO there lol

So after a night of doping myself out with my husband's drugs, the next morning was a bit of a hassle. I woke up somewhat late, and put on the first reasonable outfit I could come up with and headed out the door. I was a bit frustrated with my pointey toed boots being scuffed up, but thought they were the only thing that looked decent with the pants I was wearing. And the pants? Well, after a trip to the restroom, I find out that one of the back pockets is tearing and you could basically see my err.... butt.

Yeah, I know. I can be super classey =)

ANYWAY! Needless to say, between having my pants ripping and my feet sore from the boots (not to mention I found out that we could wear jeans), I decided to go on an early lunch to Wal-Mart. I asked one of my coworkers where the closest Wal-Mart is at, and she told me about the one in Roeland Park that was only 5 minutes away. And other than questioning the GPS's knowledge of the roads, I arrived there in about 7 minutes ready to do one of the fastest shopping trips of my life.

Except most signs were in Spanish. Most of the store was arranged different. And there really was not much clothing to pick from. They did seem to really like Miley Cyrus at this Wal-Mart, and I have to say, I did find a cute shirt of hers that I *almost* bought. BUT, its a friggin Miley Cyrus shirt and I am almost 36 years old and I thought that me wearing it would just be plain odd.

AND it was a friggin Miley Cyrus shirt....

So needless to say, I found another shirt that was plaid and somewhat similar to Miley's, some new jeans, shoes and socks. I then clomped thru the store to pick out a microwave dinner for lunch, headed to checkout, paid and left.

Return trip and rest of the work day went by fairly uneventfully, and then I was headed out to a dentist appointment where I was sprayed at least 6 times with the water tube that 'swooshes out all that nasty gritty stuff' (dental assistant's words, not mine) of my mouth. I dried off and headed for home with my pearley whites...

And how do you know when your husband thinks your shirt is flattering on you? Well, its certainly not when he greets you with the theme song to the 'Beverly Hillbillies' - thats for sure! In addition, once I was standing in front of him, he unbuttons my last 3 buttons and tied it up just like whats her name on the show. Then, to make matters worse, he asks:

"Why didn't you just go to Target? There is one just 2 minutes away from where you work"

I spend a little while argueing with him on it, until he looks it up and it suddenly dawns on me that there IS a Target that is closer than the Wal-Mart was to work...

Needless to say, I had to tell my coworker I had a bone to pick with her the next day lol I swear she doesn't like me =)