A small hiatus from my vacation recap. Don't everyone jump for joy at once.
So why the hiatus you ask?
Some fat bitch at Wal-Mart pissed me off.
Yup: Rant ahead. You've been warned. I can only imagine that it will be littered with profanity.

So I went to get baby food for Mason. Nothing left in the cupboard, so I was going to seriously stock it and save me a trip for more later this week. I bought lots. LOTS. Lots of new things for him to try. I buy Organic when I can. Why not? For the most part it's the same price and I am of the thought that I can at least give him a good start and give him good and healthy food choices. I make some of his food now and then, but the jars are easy, I'm not going to lie. Mr. Sass and I eat a lot of Organic and locally grown food. We prefer natural meat that's not been fed antibiotics and all that other shit. It's not that we won't eat other meat or foods, it's just that when we can, we do this. Same for Mason, it's not that I won't allow my son to eat anything that's not organic, it's just what I've been giving him now. I know he'll have lots of other foods as he grows and I'm not going to run a Nazi regime over his eating habits.
I also let him touch things and I'm not over crazy about germs and not allowing him to do things because he might get sick. He is clean and I wash his hands when needed, but I want him to experience things. Besides, he's building up his immunity. He hasn't been sick yet (knock on wood). Again, I'm not going to go all psycho trying to prevent him from touching things just for the fear that it's dirty and could make him sick. Once he starts walking, I'm sure he'll touch all kinds of think and put them in his mouth. Mmmm.
Yes - all this rambling is pertinent to the story. It's my defense maybe. Just to you though.

Anyways, I get to the cash and the sow at the till looks at all the food and says, "You are doing your child more harm feeding him organic then not. You yuppy people think you are doing so wonderful for your kid, but it's grown in shit you know. How good is that? He's just going to be a sickly child and develop disorders when he's an adult."
I'm standing there staring at her. Gobsmacked. She continues on about how I'm probably one of those parents who sanitizes my kids hands all the time and fusses over him being clean all the time. This will also make him sickly and he'll probably die young. (*Please note that while she's saying this, Mason is chewing on my sunglasses. Probably not hygienic, but he likes them).

Anyone who knows me knows this ditch pig is lucky she still has her life. They would also tell you that I am not shy to speak my mind and defend myself. I have no problem telling an ignorant, mis-informed cunt scab that she should just mind her own fucking business. That her fucking opinion was not asked for, nor wanted. That she probably doesn't know the first thing about being healthy and sanitary, or at least that's what her 400 pound, scab ridden body suggested.

I'd love to tell you that I said something to her. Most would probably not believe me if I told them I didn't really say anything. My head was pounding, sinus pain, coughing, and a sprained (if not broken, toe. Normally this would just fuel my fury, but this time, I just gave her a snarky look and said "thank you for your crappy opinion, but I'll do what I think is best for my son and not be influenced by people that think they know everything."

I'm mad at myself for not saying more, but I figure she'll get her own when the maggots crawl out of her festering sores and gnaw her face off. Bitch. What gives her the fucking right to comment on how I'm feeding my child? She can lick me where God split me.

...and here's a picture of my toe. Just because I can. I need a pedicure, I know. Now I'll have to wait until the bruising goes away. The swelling is almost gone. The picture looks better then the real thing actually. Meh. It's probably just sprained, but it hurts like hell. I love a good bruise, so I always take a picture.