I swear I don’t go looking for trouble! Trouble finds me and attacks me like a bully on the playground.
Today LBG and I ran a quick errand to my favorite everything store. If you ever live near a Rural King, you need to pay them a visit! They have free popcorn! We were in search of canning spices, unlined lids, and anything else that could be cool.
I very rarely wear LBG on my front because it makes me feel pregnant all over again. Those who knew me when I was housing LBG inside by body know I did not like having a huge belly. Not. One. Bit. However, today was an exception and he rode around on my front. It took me a few minutes to get the hang of putting things in my cart without crushing LBG’s little legs.
Once we were inside the store, our first stop was to see the babies. We saw baby ducks, turkeys, and chickens. They were so cute and their chirps fascinated my sweet little boy. Maybe next year I’ll let him pet one.
After the saw the Chickie Babies (as my sister and I used to call them) we headed towards the canning jars. Holy cow! They had a ton of them. Not just big and little jars. They had micro and ginormous ones, too! We were looking for wide mouth quart size jars but I just couldn’t help myself—they have gallon and ½ gallons, too!
I got two gallon sized jars. They will be perfect for making and storing tea and lemonade. No, I won’t be sealing them… just using them as I would a pitcher. Since I was getting gallon sized jars, I might as well just get some ½ gallon ones as well.
Unfortunately, they were on the bottom shelf, which meant bending over. I’m an independent woman so I was not about to ask for help. Remember, there’s a baby on my front so some acrobatics was going to be involved. As I squatted down as if I were about to lay an egg, I grabbed the heavy-duty plastic shrink-wrap incasing the tray of 6 jars. The plan was to pull it off the shelf by the plastic and then catch the far end to pick it up and carry it to the cart.
Just as I slide if off the shelf the plastic tore and the far end hit the floor…
Every single jar was broken!!! Of course, an employee watched the whole thing scene in action. I apologized as she took the crate of rubble away. I was waiting for her to tell me that I needed to pay for them, but she didn’t say anything. Right then and there, the decision was made. I HAD to buy at least one case of the jars. That way it didn’t look like I was just breaking things for the heck of it.
I quickly paid and made an exit. I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to show my face there again!
My purchases include:
24 Quart sized jars
12 Pint sized jars
6 Half Gallon sized jars
2 Gallon sized jars
Along with a ton of various packets of canning mixes. I’m going to use the packets this year just to be on the safe side and then next year I’ll branch out and try some actual recipes. Unless, of course, something strikes my fancy!