Although I am philosophically opposed to shopping at Walmart, I do go there occasionally to get cheap drugs. I have to admit that they do have some good ideas...
- They have wet wipes for the carts
- The bathrooms are right near the front door and they are well maintained
- The whole entire curb out front is missing making ts really convenient for the passage of shopping carts and wheelchairs
Since my personal frugality rules dictate that I can buy only one thing per day that costs over $20, I just walked past all the temptation directly to the pharmacy and paid my $35 for my Clarinex. I walked out without buying one additional thing. That isn't really so hard because I actually HATE shopping and kind of pride myself in my ability to get along without new stuff. I am kind of embarrassed to admit that I took a shopping cart for this purchase because my PURSE is too heavy to lug around!
I was dreaming about a lake upon which my father lived. Of course, it looked nothing like the lake where he really lived. There was a lack of water and there were some boats in the lake sitting on the grass. There were three (red?) motorboats sitting together on a grassy knoll in the middle of the mud. The banks of this pond were really high, like mountains. I thought to myself that I would invite my mother and father out for dinner one night. Then I woke up and remembered that they were dead.
So many bad pens in the world. I hate to throw them away. Used to go downtown to the office supply store and get refills. But that is just too difficult in the age of Staples with everything wrapped up in plastic. Hard to get help. So I guess we are just supposed to be wasteful and throw stuff away.
That is freally hard for me, being a hoarder.
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