A Blond Walks Into A Store...

Saturday arrived with the usual things to do... dump, grocery store, a wedding to shoot, but it also included the need to get my future sister in law a present for her shower. A favorite store downtown was running a special: if you brought in your reusable tote from their store, you would get 20% off of your purchase.

Time was moving faster than normal (yes, that can happen, it's my story) and I realized that I better get to the store, so I could get to the wedding on time. I stopped by my mom's house, folded a basket of laundry for her while she got dressed and off we went to the store.

The store is called Picnic Fashion and is the cutest store ever. It's packed with beautiful colors, fabrics, picnic baskets and the nicest owner and store clerk. So of course, my mom and I were talking to them while we were looking around. We were in there for a half hour or so when I realized that I really had to make a decision and get moving. I paid for my items and said to my mom, "Can you bring them home after they wrap them and you get your stuff? I need to get home to change and get to the wedding."

My mom said, "Sure, no problem."

I live about 5 minutes from this store and as I was driving into my driveway, my mom called and said, "Can you pick me up on your way home from the wedding?"

That's right.

I left my mom at the store.

With no ride home.

Completely by accident.

We were in hysterics laughing. The store ladies were in hysterics laughing. K and B were dumbfounded that I didn't remember that I had driven Nana to the store. More laughing.

The moral of this story is
a. Don't ever let the 2 of us out on the town again.
b. Blonds really do have blond moments.
c. If you have too much on your plate, scrape some off.
d. All of the above.

I think she has forgiven me, but oddly enough, she stuck very close to me at the shower that was 2 hours away from home yesterday.