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Today,  was errand day for me.  I work a flex schedule which gives me a weekday to accomplish all of the things that I should have done on the weekend.  My main errand was to buy several 5 gallon jugs of water for our cooler.  Bet you would never guess why though.  You might think that as a wife and mother, I was making sure that there was plenty of water for my family. After all, we refer to Eldest Boy as "the Camel" and Hubster is a triathlete. You would be wrong though. We have been out of water for days in the past--after all, we can drink the water that comes from the faucet. Shocking, I know. That was before the ferret.  In December,  we became a ferret family, and the ferret prefers his "meat soup" warm.  The warm water comes from the water dispenser at just the right temperature to fully dissolve the ferret food pellets. We ran out of water this morning when I prepared the ferret's breakfast.  

While I was out getting the water, I ran into our local Wally World for athlete's foot creme for the Hubster.   I was reminded yesterday that this request had been made at least two weeks ago, and toes were now in serious jeopardy.  Since we share a shower, one might think that this would have been higher on the importance scale.  

Priorities? I have shopped at least 5 times in stores that sell the athlete's foot remedy but I failed to even think about needing to pick some up.  Maybe I need a new brain.  I know I could make myself a note, but those pieces of paper just collect in the bottom of my purse with all of the receipts and get ignored or tossed.  Bossy is giving away an iPad2 from Brad’s Deals and I think that would be a perfect solution.  If you have never shared a few minutes of your day with Bossy, you are in for a treat when you hop over there to enter. And yes, I am shamelessly blogging to get more entries, but since I am sharing the contest with you, it all works out. Right?


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