my journey

I'm going to Walmart to see if there is anything left in their garden section. Maybe I will find some Coleus.

I was just thinking today about phobias. I have concluded that my secret fear is going to Walmart, needing something REALLY badly, not being able to find it, and not being able to find a SINGLE employee who speaks English. Not even the management. Not even Mr. Walmart himself, or the little happy face that knocks down prices. In pesos and rupees.

Ok, I'm off on my little adventure. Wish me luck, and where did I put that passport?