Wrangler Dani

I hate going to Wal-Mart. Weird people look at me funny there, like I’m the odd one for not having neon shoelaces in my hair and 23 kids.  I always get stressed out there, which means that I buy more mousse than I need and lots of chips, because having controlled hair is essential when eating an unbalanced diet.

Target feels like a spa getaway compared to Wal-Mart, but the closest Target is several miles up a traffic-laden freeway, which means that by the time I get there I’m a little too ready to do some damage with Ye Olde Card de Credit. Also, I really like having shampoo and toothbrushes and dish soap, and really, buying thise things at the grocery store for double the price, or at CostCo (a bushel of toothbrushes when I only have one mouth and really just need one) is a bit ridiculous. So to Wal-Mart I trudge.

Until today. Before I go any further, I must assure you that I am not sponsored by this company, I was a slow convert, and really, I’ve always looked down my nose at people who don’t have the gumption to get up off the couch and go to the store.  Online shopping is for people with no real stores, I said. Like missionaries in Africa or ACU students.  But I’ve become one of those people, sadly enough. I’ll soon be ordering pizza online and calling Alberston’s to ask where the heck my frozen chicken is. Wal-Mart made me do it.

Anyways, I was way too pooped today to even consider going to the store, (To clarify why a youngish gal like me is so ridiculously tired/cranky: Adam’s family came in town this week and have been staying with us. I love them dearly and loved having them here, but I think that they must be taking their vitamins and I’m falling down on the job, because they’re all perky and adorable and I’m all crazy-haired and sleepy and ranting against Wal-Mart in a daze. Anyways. The moral of the story is that I’m tired and can’t be bothered to drive to the store, despite the fact that my toothbrush has only four bristles remaining and Adam has been scraping the bottom of his hair-gel thingie for a week.) so I ordered from Alice. Now I’m too worn out to explain what Alice is, but you should check it out. Really. You’ll never set foot in Wal-Mart the Terrible ever again.