When you are at Walmart shopping, do you ever see that lady that looks a bit shabby? Like maybe she has had a really rough day, or possibly needs to take a shower, or even homeless.

Well, that was me tonight.

As I was walking in, I kinda giggled to myself at the sad shape Brogan and I was in. He looked as if he had been in the same outfit for a week, when really his ketchup at lunch and a danimals yogurt drink just got the better of him today. I looked like hell. My hair pulled up, dirty clothes because that same yogurt drink got the best of me too. He was in my lap as he was attempting to drink it.

We were doing a little shopping for Jared's hunting trip. Everything was going great until I put the bag of Doritos in my cart. Brogan knows exactly what that bright red bag is, and he loves Doritos. He reached back, grabbed the bag and was throwing a fit until I opened it. Now, I really don't want to be the one in Walmart with the child throwing a tantrum, so I opened the bag.

He was a little angel munching on his chips.

I went at the wrong time of day. It was a little busy at the check out line. I grabbed the latest People magazine to peruse as I waited. Brogan just kept munching away. I really wasn't paying attention to him, he was quiet.

I finally look at him and he is covered in orange Doritos. And I mean COVERED!! His face was smeared with Dorito dust mixed with slobber. He even had a crumb in his ear! He had it in his hair, and his hands were bright orange. He had a big chip hanging out of his mouth as he gives me a big cheesy (literally) grin. I kinda giggled.

Then the mo-mo of all mo-mo's gets in line behind me. (mo-mo is a high falootin mormon mom that thinks she and her kids are perfect). Her kids looked like they just stepped out of a babyGap comercial. Now seriously, what normal child is perfectly, and I mean perfectly, clean and put together at 5:30 at night. Apparently, not mine!

She gave me the stink eye as she eyed us over, and then a fake little smile. I know deep down she felt sorry for us in our sad state.

***Oh my goodness, look at this poor boy! He has been in the same outfit for at least a week, and his dirty little face, oh my--it's atrocious.....and that mother, what kind of a mother is she... to let her child eat something that *gasp* isn't paid for yet.....and her hair, I wonder if she has looked in a mirror today....***

I am sure that's what was going on in her mind, given her little look up and down and smirk.

It didn't help that in my cart was:
10 packages of Kippersnacks
8 cans of vienna sausages
4 cans of beans
Diet Coke (for me)
and other various gross manly camping food.

So, I continued to giggle to myself and goo goo gaa gaa over my orange-faced boy. I let him feed me soggy chips and give me Dorito/slobber kisses, all in my own entertainment of watching her disgust.

I paid for my food, looked back at mommy mo-mo and laughed.

I try to find entertainment on all of my shopping trips to Walmart, cause there are always strange people there.

Tonight it was me!!