Let me preface this by saying I love my kids. HOWEVER ; ) I had a wonderful time on my lunch break walking through Menards looking at patio furniture without wondering: “Where did she go!” or hearing “Mommy can I have this?” No . . . you don’t need a power drill. “But mom whyyyy!!!!!!!!” Just me, myself, and my Icee. Good Times at Menards – Good Times : )
My 8 year old self would be so very disappointed that this type of adventure brings me so much joy/elation. The Icee topped it off though. If I slurped it right, it kind of tasted like a very loaded Pina Colada. It was almost the equivalent of this Nebraska girl sitting on a beach. I don’t get to partake in these types of childless wanderings very often. I almost felt like it was illegal. It was like an etheral deam sequence from an 80′s movie. Seeing the red patio set made me it all that much more illegal. I can’t justify buying it, but I plan on doing just that. It’s cute. I think my 8 year old self would actually like it!