Grocery Misconduct

It was supposed to be a short, simple trip to the grocery strore. Instead of getting salami and cheese, I found a whole lot of stress in my grocery basket. I'm OK now, though I had to survive the wandering Moose (with a mouthful of deli meat) and the "helpful" big brother at the U-Scan. It's small stuff, I know, and maybe kind of cute in retrospect (though that's debatable), but trips to the grocery store become a whole new adventure with kids in tow. In the end, just eat, drink and be merry, and be thankful for the little guys even if they cause a little stress every now and then.