Thursday, December 24, 2009

Passing the blame.... and a little something else

So as I perused the isles of walmart yesterday, I came across this quit awkward/gross encounter. Now I live in Stockton Ca, I don't think I have to really explain to you the "walmart cliental" to much. Just try and use your imagination. So here I am, headed straight for an isle where a, lets say larger gentleman not very concerned with appearance or hygiene, is walking with his teenage son and infant baby in the cart. As I close in on them, disheveled W.T. father shouts to son (who is now out of listening range), "Baby's got gas today." It's to late for me, I'm a gonner. I am now standing where said gassy baby just was, and let me tell you, little baby's with their stomaches full of nothing but milk DO NOT smell like that. Ewe, ewe gross! I about died! Now, I must admit, I am not perfect. (shocker, I know) I have once or twice been known to blame my child for some rather embarrassing moments. But never, I mean never, have I smelled like slim jims and cheese...... Oh, and merry Christmas !


  1. That made me laugh out loud! You are too funny. I can only imagine. You've GOT to get out of Stockton! Save yourself! How funny.

    Merry Christmas to you guys! Hopefully we'll get to see you tomorrow while you're down here visitin' the fam. We'll call ya.

  2. That is hilarious! That is why you don't go to Walmart two days before Christmas. Have a great Christmas Eve and a wonderful Christmas! =)

  3. That's why you don't go to Walmart ever!