So, I got a LOT done today.  Decided tomorrow is CHILL OUT day!  Cleaned the house, went to the laundromat, did my extra weekend job tonight instead of having to set the alarm for Sunday morning.  Anyway – long story short. 

I’m at the grocery store.  Clean laundry in the car.  I had asked my son what he wanted added to the grocery list and his response was ‘Milkshake’.  Milkshake??  “From where??”  “By the flowers” he types back.

OK.

I can do this.

I finish up my shopping and head for the flower section.  A-ha!  Mini fridge thingy with cups of milkshake inside. 

What flavor?  Crap!  I grab vanilla and head for the check-out. 

“Hello beautiful” The cashier says.  (Pretty sure he has a little crush on me, he’s very friendly whenever I run into him at this store).

I help pack my items in my green bags – chatting away with the cashier.

He holds up the milkshake that has a little damage to the rim.  Says something about making it.

“That’s OK,” I say, “Pretty sure the insides will still taste the same”. 

I’m oblivious to what he actually meant at this point.

I get home. 

Proudly unpack ‘the milkshake’ and raise it up to show my son like it’s a trophy or something.

My son starts to laugh.

Eh???

“Um, you’re supposed to make those”. 

Eh????

“There’s a machine next to the freezer that you put it in – you make it”. 

Pffft.

He also made some comment about next time he wants clam chowder, maybe I could just hand him a can. 

I had a few comments for him, but I’ll keep those out of the post.