Vodka adventures...

Rosalind and I stood in Wal-mart's alcohol aisle searching for a bottle of Vodka. Didn't need to be fancy, any sort would do. But after slowly pacing the aisle there was not a single bottle to be had. Where else would they keep it? So, I went in search of help.

In an amazingly short time (for Wal-mart) I found someone and asked where the Vodka was.

"Honey, this is Wal-mart (Yep, that's why I'm here)... we don't carry vodka." (well, I thought it was Wal-mart!)

So then we headed to a large regular grocery store. Surely, they'll have some. C'mon. You could get lost in their wine aisle. But no, they didn't have any either. "Ma'am, you'll have to go to the Alcoholic Beverage Control store."

What a weird town! So we turned 'round and headed over. And, of course, I passed it. But traffic was busy so I just pulled in to the parking lot next door.

After stepping out of the car, I realized we were in an empty lot with a huge ditch between me and the vodka. Great. Now I get to walk along Main street with my little munchkin in tow.

The store was packed. Come to find out it's one of the busiest stores in the state--thanks to several surrounding dry counties. (When did Prohibition end, pray tell?) But finally I found the vodka, grabbed the cheapest bottle, paid and walked back along the busy street with a baby in one arm and a brown bag in the other.

And at last I have everything needed to make some mouthwash.