Saturdays With Sage

A not terribly old woman, a young girl, and I didn't learn my lesson.

My apologies to Mitch Albom.

Having failed to escape detection this morning, I took Sage along with me for the running of errands. Weight Watchers (where I learned I lost the exact same increment of not quite a pound as last week) went well, as did our impulsive breakfast at Mama Margie's. It would have been a truly special mother-daughter meal had Mama Margie not thoughtfully placed a large screen television right over my left shoulder. I tried, but I simply could not compete with King Julian.

He likes to move it.

Feeling full and sassy, we toodled over to Lowe's and managed to annoy every man in the store. I only saw one other woman there without a male companion - and she was in the outdoor gardening area. I was (gasp) loitering in the paint aisle. The males there clearly had Very Important Things To Do and had not factored in the woman with slow small child variable.

After Lowe's, my child, my coupons and I went to Target and saved money by spending money. I think there was more spending than saving, but I now have enough Cheerios to keep the spaces between the couch cushions nice and crunchy for months. Sadly, my failure to sufficiently caffeinate, the heat, a low grade sinus infection and Sage's incessant questions (what are humans made of, what is God made of, what are shopping carts made of, I WANT A SPARKLY PINK PENCIL CASE) brought on a crashing headache. We cut the trip short and eliminated the HEB leg completely.

After a nap and a handful of Tylenol, I decided to tackle the rest of the grocery issue. With Sage.

I wonder if there's any Darvocet left in the house?