My son's new microwave was on the floor. He was hungry so he got on his hands and knees to put the food in and push the buttons. Husband and I were laughing really hard watching him do this. My son made the error of asking what is so funny. Son, you look like Pounce, our dog, at the dog food bowl. My son when he took his hot meal out of the oven was burning his fingers on the steam venting out so he managed to throw the hot food on top of the microwave. Our dog would never throw food in the opposite direction of her mouth either.
We went to the mall so my son could show us the virtues of PS3 and Wii. My son ran off with his xBox. Grrr. There was this tall, skinny man about 20 years old enjoying doing this exercise with Xbox at the store. Now this man was wearing cowboy hat and cowboy clothes. He is jogging in place and having a great time. Customers are encouraging him to continue. Small towns do love free shows. My son finds a small kid demonstrating the virtues of Wii. My husband and I are thinking less buttons on the remote control the better. Not really, but we are having blast with the remote feeling tipsy. No PS3 was set up for demonstration. So we decided on buying the Wii because a small kid can do it and it does what we want it to do.
So after purchasing our new fangled device, we went to the local chocolate shop in the mall. It is a mom and pop biz. We ordered our homemade truffles and sat at the table to eat them. This is the first time we sat down to eat our chocolates at the store and did we get an education. I looked on this shelf. They sell emergency baby diapers kit: Wet clothes and one diaper in this package. Next to the emergency diaper kit is feminine hygiene products. My son starts to laugh hard because the biz put sugar-free chocolate above the women products. Above the sugar-free chocolate is OTC pain killers. It is apparently the PMS section of the chocolate store. My son starts to laugh and said a little too loud, "Look they put the sugar-free chocolate there so when women come in and say they feel fat, they can find the SF chocolate fast!" The young lady cashier is laughing at my son. The lady sitting behind my son is throwing darts with her eyes at him. We walked out of the store and I tell my son, if you had inclination to ask the young lady out behind you, forget it.