We have needed a new range for some time now. Mr. Man and I were in Lowe’s this weekend, and we spotted one they had on clearance. We started talking on Sunday night about going ahead and making a purchase. It was late and so we opted to meet at the store after work on Monday. He’s in charge of the afternoon kid shuffle, so he had them all in tow when I met him at the store. Britches is rather attached to me these days, although dad will do in a pinch. So she was excited to see me and she attacked me with hugs and kisses.

We headed back to the appliance area and after checking all of them out, we finally decided on the range we wanted. We couldn’t find a sale associate anywhere, so I headed off to search for one. I found someone in the window treatment department but they were busy with another customer. I stood there for awhile but I couldn’t handle Captain Destruct-O testing the endurance of the blinds they had on display. I decided to head back to the appliance area. Finally someone came along to assist us. Like always, we managed to attract “the new person”. She wanted to make sure they had it in the back of the store and she took forever. It probably wasn’t as long as it felt, but things never move fast enough when you have three extremely bored kids with you.

While we waited, the boys checked out the inside of all the refrigerators and ranges. I guess I should be happy that The Informant didn’t try to trap his brother in one.  Captain D made sure none of the icemakers were hooked up and I’m thankful that they never are. The best part was when Mr. Man and I were talking and he leaned in to give me a hug. He does that sometimes and it makes Britches mad. She gets jealous and then she has to hug me. Unfortunately, the boys were bored with the appliances and they spotted us. Before I even have time to think about it both boys had us surrounded and we were in a family hug. Yep, right there in the middle of Lowe’s. Sure, they do this to us on occasions at home, but this felt like we were “the creepy family” all huddled together in the middle of the store. I quickly started scanning our surroundings to see if anyone was snapping our picture with their phone. We weren’t in Wal-mart but I thought we still might make one of those mass e-mailings, possibly one about awkward family photos.  

While I was looking for the paparazzi and getting ready to yell “go team” (because that would make what was going on make sense),  Mr. Man told the boys  “enough”  for the third time. They were laughing and clinging on to us because they thought it was hilarious. Don’t worry; I was sure to make a mental note of the situation.  I’m planning a reenactment later on in life. Currently my thoughts are leaning towards some high school function when they are surrounded by all their cool friends.

Yep, that should be sufficient.