Cream Puffs, Wal-Mart, and Birthdays
You know it’s a tough day when I don’t make time to eat.
And then suddenly, the Legal Department shows up with large Cream Puffs from Beard Papa. “Everyone should have a cream puff,” says a Lawyer. “Cream puffs for all!”
And I had a chocolate cream puff.
And I am better now.
You know, as a child, we lived too far away to experience the reality of what shopping in a Wal-Mart is like. No matter how poor we were growing up, we never really shopped in stores like Wal-Mart, and it was generally embarrassing to admit you had anything on from a Wal-Mart in school anyway. It was one thing to be poor and shopping at Sears. It was another thing entirely to be poor and shopping at Wal-Mart. Now, as an adult, I find myself astounded by Wal-Mart’s creative concepts…of which, I am neck deep in at the moment. I never thought I’d work for a Wal-Mart. And yet…working on creative at this company seems to have made me feel as if I’m contributing to the economic demise of the millions of lemmings that shop at Wal-Mart (myself included once a year, maybe) for cheap, ill-made goods. I feel as if I’m wearing a blue smock, holding up signs that say, “Females, Single Mom’s, and ‘Other’” pointing at a large pig trough full of dollar items. No wait, that would be Target…
They do not sell large cream puffs at Wal-Mart. I’m not entirely sure why.
Thumbelina turns seven today. I will be delivering gifts this evening… I managed a copy of n's The Wolves in the Walls, which I bought at The Alexander Book Company, and I got a little note on my receipt that said I planted a tree with my purchase, which made me very happy. I also picked up a cute little sundress from Old Navy (though I really wanted to get her the black one with cap sleeves, she is much more of a pink-liking child, so I went with a cream and pink print instead), with a matching sweater-shrug.
I am still waiting on the gift I bought for tjcrowley, which I ordered Monday and should receive today or tomorrow.
This Saturday is the Beer and Oyster Fest. Mmmmmmm...Oysters...and our make-up surfing expedition, I wager.
And then suddenly, the Legal Department shows up with large Cream Puffs from Beard Papa. “Everyone should have a cream puff,” says a Lawyer. “Cream puffs for all!”
And I had a chocolate cream puff.
And I am better now.
You know, as a child, we lived too far away to experience the reality of what shopping in a Wal-Mart is like. No matter how poor we were growing up, we never really shopped in stores like Wal-Mart, and it was generally embarrassing to admit you had anything on from a Wal-Mart in school anyway. It was one thing to be poor and shopping at Sears. It was another thing entirely to be poor and shopping at Wal-Mart. Now, as an adult, I find myself astounded by Wal-Mart’s creative concepts…of which, I am neck deep in at the moment. I never thought I’d work for a Wal-Mart. And yet…working on creative at this company seems to have made me feel as if I’m contributing to the economic demise of the millions of lemmings that shop at Wal-Mart (myself included once a year, maybe) for cheap, ill-made goods. I feel as if I’m wearing a blue smock, holding up signs that say, “Females, Single Mom’s, and ‘Other’” pointing at a large pig trough full of dollar items. No wait, that would be Target…
They do not sell large cream puffs at Wal-Mart. I’m not entirely sure why.
Thumbelina turns seven today. I will be delivering gifts this evening… I managed a copy of n's The Wolves in the Walls, which I bought at The Alexander Book Company, and I got a little note on my receipt that said I planted a tree with my purchase, which made me very happy. I also picked up a cute little sundress from Old Navy (though I really wanted to get her the black one with cap sleeves, she is much more of a pink-liking child, so I went with a cream and pink print instead), with a matching sweater-shrug.
I am still waiting on the gift I bought for tjcrowley, which I ordered Monday and should receive today or tomorrow.
This Saturday is the Beer and Oyster Fest. Mmmmmmm...Oysters...and our make-up surfing expedition, I wager.