I am in the spirit! But not cult like - I mean really...

Hmm. I think ole Kris Kringle has sprinkled pixie dust over my way. I did some shopping today and if I were a guesser - I would say I have some serious Christmas spirit going on this year! I have always enjoyed Christmas - but this year seems different. Unlike most other things - not going to over analyze it and just roll with it.

Does anyone else feel like shopping at Wal Mart must be the closest one can get to an out of body experience? I had this conversation with a girl friend today. I went there specifically to exchange an item for a larger size. It should have been an "even trip" - no money exchanged - go in, get the right size - I leave the store. Easy in theory, my friends.

As I was walking to my vehicle some 30 mintues later with $70.00 worth of merchandise in my white plastic sacks, it occured to me this was almost cult like. My friend Keri had spoken of such tales - only she had somehow managed to purchase step stools off and on, not recalling she had got one some time before. She warned me, but I never truly experienced it until today, when I ran the "even errand" that shouldn't have cost me one dime. You have no idea what is in your sack as you leave the store- you simply put it in your car and take it home. Keri was so right.

So as I drive off, I am thinking about my little "even errand" that was not to be. An image came to mind, of myself - in the store. I was booking it to the check out between the grocery and the women's department and from a distance I can see this cute little jacket thingy on a hanger. The closer I get, the more I am thinking of 2 or 3 things I could pair that up with - "brilliant - no one would even guess it was from Wal Mart" (not that I care, but I adore fake-out finds like that). So barely missing a stride, I get to the item and "that's really cute" "mine" . I tear it off the hanger smash it in the cart and then GO, GO, GO! It was like someone had just yelled, "FIRE!" I was practically sprinting to the check out. The entire acquisition of said "jacket thingy" took under 3 seconds. Abolutely pathetic. Heart breaking, in fact.

So, I get home, tumble in the door with my sacks of stuff and one heavy one lands on the washer. I take the others and set them on the kitchen table. Got that all put away and then later head back to the laundry room to put some clothes in. I see that last bag on the washer. *forehead crinkles, eyes go squinty on my approach* For 2 or 3 seconds, I was seriously like, "wait now what is that??".

"Oh", as I reach for it. Boots. I got snow boots TOO! Fer freekin frickity frackity frickity! I have no recollection.

Total out of body experience I tell ya ....Wal Mart.