Last Wednesday evening we were preparing for a nasty storm that was supposed to arrive mid-day on Thursday. By preparing, I mean I stopped at WMart and picked up a few things we wanted, nothing we couldn't do without. When we go there, DS was astonished at the number of cars in the parking lot. He asked what was going on, and I explained most of the people were stocking up for the storms. They were afraid they would lose electricity, water, etc. He looked at me and said, "I am so glad we have the Apocalypse room." Cracked me up. I usually refer to it as our storage room or something similar.
We went in the store and grabbed a gallon of milk, a few other items and went to pick up a loaf of bread. The shelves were bare. So, I shrugged my shoulders and went home and made a couple loaves of bread. No big deal. People were freaking out.
We went in the store and grabbed a gallon of milk, a few other items and went to pick up a loaf of bread. The shelves were bare. So, I shrugged my shoulders and went home and made a couple loaves of bread. No big deal. People were freaking out.
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