Shopping is a Full Contact Sport

So, I'm still bandaging my wounds from grocery shopping this weekend. Who knew it could be so bloody? Saturday was a trip to Central Market (kinda like Whole Foods) to get my ever so yummy Taste of Austin coffee that I now cannot live without. Hey, it's still cheaper than Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks. Besides making the mistake of being there on a Saturday when you feel like you've been smushed into a sardine can, I got run over by an old lady twice. I don't think she needs to be driving a grocery cart much less a real vehicle. She hit me once in the store and a second time while we were standing in the checkout lane. I turned around and gave her a dirty look. I know, it's not nice, but she's old enough to know not to follow people so closely. It's not like I stopped sudddenly. I'm sure I've still got bruises on my ankles. Another lady ran me over with her cart as we were trying to leave the store, and I said something to my mom loud enough for her to hear. Really, people? I have a 3 foot bubble of personal space you need to abide by for your own safety. The lady's lucky I didn't take a swing at her. (I was also hungry and had low blood sugar, which makes the situation that much worse.)

I also made a trip to the Container Store. That place is downright dangerous. Thankfully, I had gift cards I got at Christmas to spend. I finally got the pantry organizer that hangs on the back of the door that hubby and I have been debating on since Christmas, so I can see what food I actually have. Of course, I had to get me a book light and a couple other things, but the organizer was the main thing. We finally emerged 2 hours later to the Texas sun beating down on us. I'd been on my feet for so long, that once I sat down in the car my back spasmed. I knew it was time to end the trip.

Sunday was my regular grocery shopping, in which I spent all of my budget. The price of food is insane, and of course I spent the entire time at the checkout line bagging my own groceries. I think the bag boys are scared of me. Well, at least the smart ones are. I really think grocery prices have gone up, because if it weren't for my mom, I would have been putting food back, or at least on my debit card. In all fairness, it was a week and a half worth of groceries. As we were loading up the car, I happened to hit something on the underside of my mom's trunk....ready for it..... (I think it was a bolt) that ripped the skin right off my finger. I know, you're hurting right now just thinking about it, aren't you? It wasn't a "I'm bleeding all over the place and I'm gonna die" flesh wound, but a flesh wound none the less.

Thus concludes my weekend bender, though I stayed in budget for the most part. Well, that is if you don't count  the $500 I paid to the ear doctor and the $200 I paid to the hospital, with promise of a bill for the remainder. Oh yeah, and my AC went out Monday night, so I'm expecting a bill from the guy who fixed it pretty soon too. Can you say broke? On the bright side: I don't have to yell at Matthew anymore to get his attention, and I don't have to venture to the grocery store for another week! :)