Yesterday I went shopping at Target with my mom and Ryan. I was out to buy some Christmas gifts for Ruby. We headed to the aisle with all of the hair straighteners, blow dryers and curling irons. Ruby, being the tween that she is, is very in to what her hair looks like these days. I admire that in an 11-year-old, because I too have always wanted my hair to look good. I found a super-cute, pink hair straightener that would be perfect for her. Apparently Ruby will now know one of her Christmas gifts if she reads this. Sorry, my dear! But first, I had to look at all the others to make sure that was the perfect one and the perfect price. {I try not to overspend, remember?}
We finished our shopping and proceeded to the check stand to pay for our purchases. An old lady came up after us and set her items she was to purchase behind mine. Not a problem. I complimented her shiny, black purse, but she didn’t acknowledge me. Oh well. She probably didn’t hear me. I paid for my items and started to walk away, but I heard the old lady say she had to go because someone either stole her billfold in the store, or she left it somewhere. Being the wonderfully nice person that I am, I asked her if it was black. She said yes. I picked up the clothes she had laid on the belt thingy and to her surprise, there it was, like magic I must say. I thought it was cute because she said, “Praise the Lord.” She was so happy. Of course I don’t judge people when they do crazy things like that because one day it might be my turn.
Well people, my turn happened sooner than I thought it would. Have you ever heard of pregnancy brain? For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, it’s when you’re pregnant and all your brain cells start leaving your head and going to the baby’s head. You start being very forgetful. For me, it continued for another six months after I delivered the little man. I thought it was gone, but I guess it’s coming back to haunt me. I woke up this morning and started wondering where I put that darn hair straightener. I thought that maybe the cashier man at the check stand forgot to put it in my bag, because I didn’t remember seeing it when we got home.
According to my husband, I blame all misfortunes on everyone else, never to take responsibility for my actions. So this time isn’t any different.
I looked at my receipt and guess what? I never even purchased the hair straightener! I must have been carried away looking at the others, to make sure I got the perfect one. See folks, trying to be perfect all the time doesn’t get you anywhere! Sorry cashier man at the check stand. I thought it was your fault.
Yes husband, it was my fault.
Target, here I come! Again.
