And then, I drove 200mph to Shopko, which is totally not a place I enjoy going to because it's like a sad, soulless Target. But I was DESPERATE here. It's not like I have a Buy Buy Baby down the road with eleven hundred strollers in stock. No. Nada. This was my only hope, because I already knew Wally carried a handful of strollers and none were made for two. And praise JESUS, Shopko had a double in stock. And after a little, erm, discussion (some might call it a spat) with an uptight manager who wouldn't sell me the floor model because it's illegal, which the rational side of me absolutely understands but the spazzy panicky time pressed mom with two whiny toddlers side of me? NOT UNDERSTANDING. Anyway. We have a double stroller now, and I was pleased to come home and see that we got it for about $10 less than the Amazon price and that the reviews are decent. Not like it matters, it could be the worst double stroller in all of history and be covered in cartoon characters and camo and it would still be better than having no double stroller at all. I was envisioning lugging Vivi around in the Bjorn, which is pretty much hilarious because she's about two inches shy of being as tall as I am (which is not very).
|his penance. assemblage.|
|oh, i'm going to miss that mug.|
With that, off to Thanksgiving. Thankful for new (crappy plastic) wheels and husbands who don't take spazz-outs personally. And fabulous family waiting on the west coast, of course.