and tustin ranch costco is what i imagine hell to look like. everyone drives a white SUV. everyone is leathery and lizard-like with forked tongues and contact lenses, that alter their eyes so you cannot look into them and discover their soul has been removed. i am sure this location is where costco send their most evil, hated employees who they would be OK to lose in a massacre at the hands of an irate customer. this costco should be condemned and later made into a museum of hatred. they don't even sell the good stuff like hot rotisserie chickens and the handy-dandy rolls of hamburger meat that you just slice up like cookies to make burgers. it's where busloads of japanese tourists go to print their vacation pictures VERY painfully slowly and cluelessly. it's pure unadultered hell on earth and i am sooo NOT exaggerating.
anyway, i don't know what i was thinking but i decided to go at 1:45pm. big mistake - huuuge, in fact. i have to pick Sam up at 2:30pm, whhhat was i thinking that i could possibly run a simple errand in 45 minutes in the black hole that is tustin ranch? i needed 3 things though - just 3!! chicken dinosaurs, eggs and milk. firstly and most tragically - chicken dinosaurs are now extinct. and it's all Danny will eat : argghh!! costco, if you were a person i would melt you in a vat of acid and laugh hysterically while doing so . anyway, now they have mickey mouses made out of chicken. because that makes sense, right? ok, as much sense as chicken dinosaurs but whatever - grr! with slooooow Danny who trips over everything and nothing in tow, i made a supermarket sweep of the store grabbing my produce and ran to the cash register.
gulp. there were literally 250 people in line. it was like the immigration line at JFK (for immigrants, not green card and US passport holders). while standing in the thick line of soulless tustin ranch zombies, Danny decided to poke his fingers through a couple of the eggs in the cart (i have no idea why), then proceeded to burst into tears to teach me a lesson for being disappointed in him. arrgh. as soon as i commenced to holding my distraught, teary/snotty 50 pound child, the coveted conveyor magically became vacant! the people in front stared blankly at me as i rea-a-a-a-ched past them for the little bar divider thingie but didn't move a muscle to help. what in the hell is up with these people and how do i get as fara away as possible from them???
finally checked out (via the churro stand - it has been one of those days fo sho) and the receipt artist at the door who insists on drawing an elaborate smily face on the receipt instead of just smiling himself. drove 100 mph home - shh. squeeezed my car between two huge white SUVs (with mommies resting their feet on the dashboard - hehe) at 2:28pm. phew! life is good. that's what the teeshirt says, right?
pictures with Peta at the park (trying saying that three times fast)
i am always so scared to share pictures of photographers' kids and Leah is an amazing, no, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G photographer. but Peta threatened me with certain death if i didn't. and i am not sure if New Zealand has an extradition treaty so i am taking no chances :)
though she really doesn't look capable of killing, does she?
he'd make such a good big brother ;)
totally jealous that you got to play with these cuties! beautiful shots. xoxo
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