remember that time. . .
on tuesday night. . .
when your partner decided to work late. . .
and you realized you had nothing respectable enough in your fridge to serve to your children and label as "dinner". . .
so you ran the boys into Kroger to grab some essentials. . .
and then you shuffled them to the self-check-out station. . .
which you used impressively quickly. . .
and then you couldn't leave. . .
because your youngest child was practically sitting on the ground. . .
with both his arms and legs wrapped around a pole next to the check out. . .
and he was wiggling and protesting loudly. . .
by shouting, "but i don't wanna go yet! i'm dancing' on this pole!"
and you were feeling like the Parent of The Year nomination committee would be really impressed?
you don't remember that?
of course you don't.
because it was me.
doing our best to keep the folks behind us in line entertained at 6:17 on a Tuesday night.
Dear patrons of the Dublin Kroger,
i hope that my family and i made you feel slightly better about your day.
this post was brought to you by Arlene Guess, former resident of Baker Hall West.
not because pole-dancing makes me think of her.
but because she lovingly reminded me, via Facebook, that i once again am way behind on blogging.