Not like me

Yesterday the girls got home from school with a note saying tomorrow is community service dress up day (aka, dress up like someone who serves the community). Being as the dress up items in my house consist of dance and princess costumes, I headed to Walmart for a few sheriff's badges as well as some other items. As I was unloading the items from the store I realized there was a bag missing...my reaction, "oh man, that is sad" and pretty much did not give it another thought. Later that evening I was taking the girls upstairs and saw Michael on the phone, he was just sitting there quietly and then I heard "umm, yes, I think my wife left a bag at the register" followed shortly after with a "great, we'll pick it up tomorrow". That is soooo not like me and that is why I love Michael...he doesn't just throw $10 away.

missing items, and quite necessary because

1) I have disgusting feet

2) Michael loves to be pampered

3) Our bathroom smells, even when its clean, I think it has a disease

and the reason for the trip (which is really worth the missing bag)