Hem.

I know I put three packages of styrofoam cups into my cart for Payne's Super Sweet Second Birthday Party, coming up. I remember doing so directly after he poured out his pretzels all over the cake decorating aisle, and right before I noticed that he had spit up on his shirt (I have the world's only 2 yr old spitter upper).

My three packages of cups somehow turned into two packages by the time I got them to the car. I wonder if some older woman got a kick out of watching Payne pitch them out while I was distracted in the coffee aisle or something.

Ah, I remember the days of grocery trips that didn't involve crushed pretzels, missing merchandise, or vomit. (sigh)

On the plus side, Payne is psyched about his party!