I am traveling with the kids AGAIN.  Left them with the sitter for just quick errand.

Massive grocery shopping effort under way.

15 of those cheap grocery plastic bags.

Parked on a hill…

DAMNIT!

Cart rolling…

Barely catch it with my a perfect leg extension (think Brooke Burke on Dancing With The Stars) before it smacks the new BMW beside me.

Okay …

Okay…

No big deal…

I don’t live here… they will never find me.

Steady cart with foot as brace thigh against filthy car to unload contents.

And I mean it is filthy… getting gray goo all over me. 

Black suit now looks as I am a chimney sweep in my spare time.

Done…

Whew!

Scoot buggy back to its rightful slot like good shopping citizen…

Open car and hop in…

Ready for the next stop…

Wait…

I don’t have white sunglasses…

Or that Celine Dion CD…

Or a can of Red Bull…

Ackkkkk!

This is NOT my car…

I have loaded all of the freakin’ groceries in someone else’s car…

OMG…

OMG…

OMG

I

have to do all this shit over…

Are you kidding me?

Look what this sleep deprivation is doing to me!!

Save me from myself!