(First, Angie has a fun excerpt from In the Spirit up on her blog!)

With his jury duty over by noon, the husband took the opportunity yesterday to do a little shopping. He was wrapping when I came home from picking up the tall kid, so apparently—instead of declaring the kitchen off limits for a few minutes—he decided to finish later. So here’s the situation:

There is a Walmart bag sitting on the sideboard in my kitchen. As we passed by each other in front of it yesterday, we had the following conversation:

Him: You. Stay out of that bag.

Me: I wouldn’t leave it there.

Him: Don’t touch that :censor: bag.

So what does he do? He leaves it there. How did I come to marry such a cruel, rotten bastard? He’s been gone 1 hour and 18 minutes now. Haven’t touched it. (I’m thinking it’s the camera case I asked for for the new digital camera, but I really want to know which camera case.) *sigh*

But….look at this:

That’s my vacuum. :boogie:

Still, there is suspense. I was at Walmart day before yesterday, and they were out of the vacuum I had specifically pointed out. So…

1—The real surprise could be that my Walmart actually restocked something they were out of. Yeah right. The toy department currently looks like a Going out of Business sale for a dealer in crushed boxes.

2—The surprise could be which vacuum he substituted.

Is it Christmas yet?

(For those wondering why I have double-stacked baby gates in a doorway, it’s actually a triple stack. My guys model brass HO scale B&M Railroad, and the cats were an issue. As an emergency measure, we grabbed the baby gates we’d just stopped using for the short kid, intending to put a door up. Well…we intend to do a lot of things…eventually.)