Matt is coming over here tonight with a part he welded for the bike, and I feel sorry for him. He’s going to be walking into a house full of two very ill people. Luckily his showing up with bike parts should totally cheer Hubby up. I, on the other hand, will probably still be in a pissy mood.

I absolutely hate dealing with Walmart, and even worse I absolutely hate dealing with shopping…period. Throw in Christmas season, and I feel like having a nervous breakdown in the middle of the store. Tonight I was seriously almost to that point.

We had to get the oil changed at Walmart today since we’re oh only about 7,000 miles overdue in the Blazer. Yeah I know, that’s super horrible, we should stay on top of it, blah blah blah. We always stay on top of oil changes in the Blazer considering it needs one once a month, but we’ve had a lot going on this month so shoot me.

Anywho, we had a 45 minute wait for the Blazer, so Hubby up and decided we should do some grocery shopping so we didn’t have to drive past our house to another town to hit up our usual Ingles.

BAD IDEA.

It took us 10 minutes just to get a cart. Then the whole freakin’ store was so packed we couldn’t get to the grocery isles. If Walmart sold cattle supplies I would have totally bought a cattle prod to heard the people down the isles. I got into a fight with a woman in the frozen goods, gave up on trying to shop for groceries, grabbed a card reader since I finally remembered it while I was in the store, picked up a new Shark sweeper to replace my old sweeper that broke, and we spent the next 20 minutes standing in the automotive section waiting on the Blazer.

I seriously need some therapy right now…some bike therapy.  Too bad it’s freakin’ cold out, and I can’t find my 1 piece cold weather First Gear suit.  I really want to scream.