Airplane Time.

Seriously, I have about 6 blog posts started.  Epic sorts of ones, I just haven't had/made the time to sit down and finish them.  No YOU suck.... no you don't, I didn't mean it. Stay?  Stay.  STAY.

I am currently in the middle of packing my stuff for our grand summer vacation.  Summer vacation to my Mom's.  They bought a trailer for us to stay in.  A SUPER trailer, though.  This ties in nicely with the end of this blog post, so keep my summer trailer in mind as you read about my shopping day.

PS, Neil is going to strangle me when he comes downstairs and see that I am blogging instead of finally putting this heap of clothing into the giant suitcase I insisted on bringing.

Headbands... underwear... camo blouse.  Check check check.  All ready for my trip west. 

Neil:  What are you doing?
Me:  Um... Errrr *minimizes window* checking us in to our flights....
Neil:  You already did that.  See?  boarding passes.  Are you blogging?
Me:  What?  Hmmm???
Neil:  Your blog...
Me:  What blog?  I haven't blogged in weeks... Blog? Ha... What a collosal mismanagement of time THAT would be!  Whats that stand for anyway, amiright? BLOG.  Blogblogblog.  Who ever thought of that and why did it catch on?  Psh...
Neil:  Uh huh..
Me:  Like B-L-O-G... Blabbering Little O-SOME Girl?  Get it?  Awesome with an O... It's Internetty.
Neil:  Yep.  Short for Weblog *kills me with his eyes*
Me:  I know that.  What burns so much?
*burning*
Me:  GEEZ, this packing thing is taking foreeeeevvvvvvverrrr.........  Glaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhgh
Neil:  Whatever Darlin, but we're leaving at 5 am, don't forget.
Me:  Don't you worry, Neily, I got it all locked up right here *makes locking action at forehead WITH sound effects*

So I guess I should get to packing.  I just wanted to tell you that today I went to Walmart in jogging shorts with a do-rag tied around my head and bought extra strength multi-cat clumping cat litter, a hugenormous bag of cheap-o-happycat-cat-style-food and a box of size (and I quote) GIANT cat pan liners.  Then I told the stringy haired teenager in at the cash register not to be alarmed, that I was not a crazy cat lady and he actually rolled his eyes at me.  So I told him that I hate my cats just for proof and that Walmart employees are supposed to rollback their prices not their eyeballs.  He was all "that'll be $30" and I was like, "THIRTY DOLLARS??? FOR A CAT????" and I felt Tom Hanks pain like when he was in Turner and Hooch and he bought all the dog stuff at the pharmacy and it was $90.  Outrageous.

PS, I watched Turner and Hooch last week.  It still holds up as far as I'm concerned.  That Hooch. 

Ok.  Time to dump the underwear into the rectangular zippered box.

Laterrrrr.  (help meeeeee)