Good news: I avoided the shitter with all the clementines I ate.
Although I narrowly escaped the clink. I went shopping with Mason yesterday and picked up a bunch of baby food, a new sippy cup, some new clothes for him, etc. I had him in the stroller and just piled everything in the bottom. I got completely sidetracked and left the store.
Without paying.
It wasn't until I was in the changeroom of the next store (I hate shopping for work clothes!) that I looked down and saw all of it. STOLEN GOODS. I half expected to open the curtain and see mall security. But then I realized what a sad pathetic excuse of a mall it is, in this two-bit town, so I finished up and went back.
Surprised? Shame on you. I'm an honest person. I wouldn't steal on purpose, and I most certainly wouldn't just leave with the stuff! Although it would have been easy enough....
Anyways, I laughed and told the lady what I did. Mason sat in his stroller the whole time laughing and with perfect timing would yell "ah ha!"
So it was a close call for Mason and I. We could have spent Christmas in the clink. Although, my loving husband did say he'd bail Mason out, but leave me to rot. Lovely eh?