WalMart is evil.

A while back, I tried a recipe that called for an 8.75oz can of corn.

I found corn beside the beans, but only in 14.5oz cans. I looked all over the shelves, but there was only the one size. So that's what I went with, assuming WalMart didn't carry any, and figuring it wasn't worth going elsewhere just to buy a smaller can.

Since then, I've been back for the same recipe a couple of times and continued to buy corn in that size. In the canned veggie aisle. Right after the beans.

So last night I was going down that aisle the opposite way from how I usually go. And what do I notice about halfway down?

Small cans of corn.

Great, I think. WalMart's started carrying the small cans!! I grab one, toss it in the cart, and carry on to the beans. But ya know, the beans I need (kidney and pinto) are no longer right beside the corn. Now they have canned green beans there. I hate WalMart. They are forever changing things around.

So I kep walking down the aisle looking for the stupid kidney and pinto beans, and what do I find right after the green beans?

Big cans of corn, followed by the beans I need.

WHO THE HELL ORGANIZES WALMART? What POSSIBLE reason is there for not putting ALL the canned corn together? And who in their right mind (besides all of you, because I just told you) would think to look SOMEWHERE ELSE for a different size of corn??

I swear, they do it to me on purpose.

The logic of bandaids

Yesterday I noticed a cut on A's finger while helping her wash her hands. I asked her what happened. With all the gooberiness of a 3yo, she informed me "I hurt it". After several redirections of "I know you hurt it, but how" that were answered with either "Because I hurt it" or just "I hurt it", I gave up.

Approximately four hours later, H marches into the kitchen and tells me A cut her finger and needs a bandaid, and that SHE will take care of putting it on A's finger. Fine by me.

So, our conversation at dinner last night:
DH - What is that on A's sleeve? (pointing to a yellow circle on the underside of her upper arm)
Me - Umm... that's a bandaid. She hurt her finger.
DH - So why is it on her shirt then?
Me - Cuz she hurt her finger, dammit.
DH - I'm not following you. If she hurt her finger, why is it on her sleeve?
Me - Because THAT is where she wants it, and that's where it makes her finger FEEL BETTER!!!
DH - You guys are all weird.

Methinks he's not spending enough time with 3 year olds if he really needed me to tell him all that!!

Pop goes the boobie

I have a pump. Well, actually I have two pumps, but the one I am referring to today is my Avent Isis. I love this pump dearly. It works extremely well for me, is easy to clean up, quiet, and very transportable. Given that I'm generally only pumping for comfort sake, it's the one most often used these days.

So the other day I'm sitting here pumping when there is suddenly a loud POP from my chest area. Poor dh - his eyes pretty much bugged out of his head as he frantically scanned my exposed boob and finally managed to gasp, "What the heck was that?".

I was dying with laughter. You see, occasionally my Avent pump works a little TOO well and creates more of a vacuum that it can handle. And when that happens, the little white valve pops off. It doesn't normally make such a huge popping noise, but I have experienced it several times before. So I explained that as best I could to dh.

Poor guy thought I'd finally sucked my nipple off and that was the end.