Today’s been quite busy — trying to get packed and clean the house while also trying not to neglect my children any more than usual. I also realized how dependent I am on Wal Mart, as much as I disparage it’s unholy name every chance I get:
1) The whole southeast is out of gas, but where can I find gas when it is to be found? You guessed it — the station in front of my local Wal Mart. Yes, I should be thankful for that — and I am — but what if I want a choice? I didn’t think we were living in Soviet Russia.
2) I don’t make all of my baby food (hey, we’re all entitled to some conveniences), and I especially hate making pureed fruit (too messy!), so breakfast for little Superchunk comes out of a jar. Well, being the sucker I am for low prices, I bought a few containers of Wal Mart’s generic brand of berries with bananas. As I peeled the aluminum lid off of a plastic container of the stuff this morning, I gave myself a painful 3/4 inch cut on my thumb. It bled pretty badly, and since it’s on my thumb, I’m constantly applying pressure to it and getting it wet. Should I complain to the company? Of course I should, but I’ll probably forget.
Maybe it’s time to start making my own pureed fruit.