Firstly, congratulations are due to GQ - husbear's dad - on his new jobby job in New Orleans! I know what you're thinking, but he and Mama Beth went to check the area out last week, and apparently it's in good enough shape that they feel comfortable making the move. And he's getting a company car! (And the seafood in NO is GREAT. I think we'll be visiting a lot after we get back from Italy!)
Congratulations also due to sisinlaw for her acceptance to UT! Brandog and sisinlaw don't know if/where they'll be moving until all of the acceptances come pouring in - of course, if'n they move to Austin, they'll surely be here mere hours before we leave town to head to Florence.
In case you were wondering:
Yup.
So, looks like 2006 is going to be a year of crazy-ass transitions for the family - everyone's moving hundreds, if not thousands, of miles by the end of the summer. Well, this should be interesting...
Grindhouse starts filming on Thursday, so this was the Husbear's last weekend at home for a while. We took the opportunity to go run a bunch of errands - for some reason, this meant that we ended up at Wal-Mart. I try to avoid that place whenever possible; it's usually easy to do here in Austin, but when we go a'visitin, it's sometimes the only place in town where you can buy fresh produce.
We should have known the trip was going to be a problem when Husbear missed the turn to head towards the store. Not once, but twice. His subconscious was trying to tell him something, but would we listen? (In case you were wondering - no.)
After arriving, things progressed smoothly for a good ten or fifteen minutes, at which point we left our cart, with all of our shopping lists for every stop we were making that day and several kitchen items we'd already picked up, in the kid's clothing section while we went to grab shirts. We came back a few minutes later (got lost in the store - please don't ask) to find the cart missing. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
Husbear went and grabbed a helpful Walmart lady (I know! We found her! She works in the North Austin Wal-Mart - come visit!) who took off through the aisles pointing at people's carts and saying "is that it? How about that one?" After examining and rejecting five or six carts, we were getting ready to give up. Husbear began reconstructing the grocery lists from memory.
Helpful lady wanted to try one last guy - a father standing with a cart over in the shoe area. She asks me - "Is this it?" I said "No," but then took a closer look at the cart - and there were all of our grocery lists! One was buried under a pile of children's clothes, and all of our other stuff was gone, but all of the lists were there! Lady asked him in Spanish what he had done with our things, and he basically responded "what things" and sidled away quickly.
Yay! Got our cart back. Not our stuff, but our lists. Ah well. We should have left then, but we had to spend another thirty minutes blindly wandering the store and a good twenty minutes standing in line to pay, which would have been faster except we used the self-checkout and broke the machine... which kept saying over and over, in this mechanical voice, "Please see cashier for assistance. Please see cashier for assistance. Please see cashier for assistance. Please see cashier for assistance." until I wanted to rip my own arm off and beat the machine with it.
The rest of the day was uneventful, thank god, so you don't have to hear about it.
Oh - we rented Project Grizzly and Corpse Bride, since we haven't seen any movies in months. Eh. (= my reaction to the movies, not my impression of the eleventy thousand Canadians in Project Grizzly.)
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