Special Delivery

Every week, I get in my Passion Party orders from the previous week’s parties, package them up and deliver them to my hostesses. This week, the hostess asked that I deliver her orders to her at work. I got them all packaged up discreetly in Wal-Mart grocery bags and put them in my trunk to deliver them to her.

Before I did that, the kids and I desperately needed to run to Wal-Mart grocery store for a few necessary items. Eli took pleasure in pointing out every single Dora item in the store to Georgia, who screamed “DORA!” louder each time.

Just as a side note, have you ever freaking noticed how many items have Dora’s picture on them – yogurt, pop tarts, fruit chews, soup, crackers, popsicles, you name it!! Dora is going to be the death of me! I already had to shell out money for a pink pair of Dora sandals at Wal-Mart on Saturday because Georgia wouldn’t let go of them and it was worth it to avoid the screaming.

But I digress. I sped through the store and threw the groceries in the trunk of my car, strapped the kids in and headed off to deliver my hostess’s Passion Party orders. I pulled up to the shop where she works and parked directly in front so I could run in and not have to take the kids.

I opened the trunk, grabbed two Wal-Mart sacks and rushed inside. I delivered them quickly and ran back out to the car. About halfway home, it occurred to me that I didn’t double check the sacks before I rushed them inside. I had a trunk full of Wal-Mart sacks, and I didn’t double check.

About that time, my cell phone rang. Oh, double crap. It was my hostess. Oops.

I made a U-turn and headed back to her shop. I parked again and this time double checked the sack before I brought it inside. I went in and handed her the Wal-Mart sack with two vibrators and edible massage lotion, and she handed me back my Wal-Mart sack filled with orange juice and yogurt.

Dude. I really need to be more careful.