An apple-avalanche

Remember my apple problem? Well, today, as part of the worst Wal-Mart experience ever (best not rehashed at this point, because my blood has finally stopped boiling), I caused an apple-avalanche (or an applelanche, whichever you prefer). As I was trying to reach those Granny Smith apples, I brought down a good portion of the tray, sending apples bouncing and rolling their merry way across the floor. Will the embarassment never end?

(Luckily, Mike resumes shopping duty next week, as he will be through with classes and have lots of time on his hands. We can hope this is the last embarassing apple story for a while.)

My book club meets today, so I might have time for a longer update later.

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