One Trip Kinda Girl

-- OK, this first part is unrelated to the title and the rest of my post, but can I just say that I think my family is hilarious!? I went home for Mother's Day, and the highlight of Mother's Day the past couple of years has been talking to my brother on the phone (we get to talk to him on Mother's Day and Christmas). So we put him on speakerphone and sit around and chat.....for a few minutes, until Amy goes stir-crazy and starts bouncing up and down, and Kristi starts giggling, and Rachel and I roll our eyes at them, and Dad sighs, and Mom keeps asking us if we have any more questions for Michael so she doesn't have to hang up. It's sweet, funny, classic Epps moment.

Oh, my brother's serving a church mission in San Jose, CA, in case you didn't know -- I've been accused of talking about my little sisters so much that some folks don't even know I have a brother! I LOVE MY BROTHER!!!! And I'll be excited when he comes home in August. I think my Dad's even more excited to have another guy back in the house....even the dog's a girl :)

Last funny thing: Amy gave Mom an "I SPY" book that she wrote herself. I SPY seashell, a boogie board, a volleyball (this is all fully illustrated, by the way). Then came the living room page -- I SPY a television (it has a commercial illustrated into it, which says "Mothers Day Sale -- Get Your Mothers Here!"). We all crack up. Then it says "I SPY a remote." Mom yells out "Dad has it!" Oh man, hilarious.

Anyway, all of this is totally unrelated to what I was going to blog about. Welcome to my stream of consciousness. So....

I'm a one-trip kinda girl. Grocery shopping, you know. If I can't carry everything up from my car in one trip, well, I don't know what would happen. It's never happened! I hate making multiple trips. Same thing goes for the actual grocery shopping -- get everything in one trip. Which is why I CAN'T understand how people go to the grocery store and only get ONE thing. How can they? Don't they look down the next aisle and think "Oh yeah, I should go ahead and pick up a loaf of bread while I'm here."

So, I usually finish shopping before my roommates, and I sit on the ledge at the front of the store and watch people go through the self-checkout lines. It's one of my favorite things to do. This week, I watched specifically for one-item folks. Here's what they were:

A guy with a can of Pam
A girl with a small tub of sour cream
A guy with a box of kitty litter
A lady with a can of RAID
ANOTHER guy with a box of kitty litter

Oh well, different strokes for different folks. Though I'll bet they got home and realized they needed some string cheese or something.

The problem with being a one-trip kinda girl is that I'm SO stubborn about it, that I end up doing ridiculous things. Like the time we came back from Costco, and instead of walking the groceries a couple at a time from the door to the kitchen, I decided to take them all at once. You can see the consequences below:



I still haven't learned my lesson. Grape tomatoes wash off pretty easily. Maybe if they had been smashed into the carpet, I'd be more inclined to take two trips next time. Then again, maybe not.