Back from the store, though about to take off to the(oh god) MALL.
I checked and the water is halfgone from the shelves, but the TP is still all there, so I guess our town isn't worried about running out of TP.
I got lots of cat food. And we have a gas grill.
Does it say something about lifestyles if I admit that when you mentioned putting in a supply of books and sitting by the window bundled up, with the outside world shut down, I had a frisson of sheer pleasure at the thought?
I did all my shopping and then I decided to ask at the video section if they had this game for sale that Ammo wants. I left my cart next to a display and when I came back, without the game which of course they didn't have, my cart was gone.
I ran around screaming until a manager found it for me. They had thought it was merchandise to be returned to the shelves, only they had added all this other stuff to be put back and I had to go through it all for mine. I COULD have bought a toy dumptruck, or a set of hair scrungees, or an artichoke, but chose not to. I don't know why it was embarrassing to go through it with this man... maybe it was all the toilet paper. So, being me, I felt I had to explain, which made me sound even stranger, a yuppiemom Southlake survivalist and her TP
Y2K Headlines:
Mom recounts how her family nearly froze to death on Jan. 1 but survived by wrapping their bodies in 50 rolls of CHarmin and using cat food as insulation.
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