Nothing to See Here

We must look like some kind of spectacle rolling down the aisles of the grocery store with four kids sitting in or hanging off of various points of the grocery cart. I forgot to check before we left the house, but mercifully the boys socks were all the same color this time and neither one was wearing muck boots with his shorts on this 90 degree day. It didn't stop the stares, however, as we did our early morning grocery run.

It may have been the two-year-old riding the cart like a surf board and yelling "hi" at every shopper and employee we passed. Or maybe it was her sister riding shotgun with a pair of goggles around her neck staring daggers at every shopper and employee that attempted to make eye contact. They may be twins, but they aren't very twinsie. At any rate, I felt like free entertainment for half the city today. Next time, I'm selling tickets.

The garden isn't quite providing for all the needs and we still don't have that cow, so shop we must. If anybody has a part time job...I can do at home...at my leisure...that pays in milk or bananas, call me. In the mean time, I'll just pretend like I don't hear that 7,586th comment about how I have my hands full. Yes, they are full (Captain Obvious). But did you notice how big they are? Man hands. God blessed me with man hands. I'll be fine.

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