Went In for Ice Cream, Came Out With…

So my husband, our kids, and I went into our neighborhood Wal-Mart today to get some ice cream. Just ice cream. Nothing else. Then, once in the store, the spell that Wal-Mart seems to cast upon us every time we visit quickly took hold. I suddenly remembered that I had to bake cookies for a playgroup tomorrow. Wouldn't it be great if they were in cute Christmasy shapes? No, I didn't already have Christmas cookie cutters because I'd given them to Mo to use with his Play-Doh. I offered to wash them, but Prince Charming was utterly grossed out using Play-Doh cookie cutters (even as I reminded him that Play-Doh was completely non-toxic.)Then, of course, I would need Christmasy plates, cups, and napkins to compliment my beautiful cookie creations. Next came freshener because I didn't have a good reason, except that I absolutely love those AirWick plugin oil things. While at it, I added a few Glade Christmasy scented candles.

Then, of course, Prince Charming, being the practical one, asked if I needed milk, butter, etc. I replied, "Actually, I do! Boy what would I do with out you?"To which he replied, "Come home with a bunch of crap stuff we can't eat."Long story short, we went in for a half gallon of Bryers and came out with $92.00 worth of nothing much. Does anyone know the counter spell? Frankly, it's the friendly greeters who are responsible. Those beautiful cookie creations aren't so lovely, but they are yummy!