I’m sure you’re just as happy as those kiddos when you are leaving Walmart with your parents. (via Wikimedia Commons)

The family Walmart trip is something of a tradition for beginning-of-year drop offs, which in my mind just translates into my last chance to buy random crap that I’ve never wanted before but I want now because my parents will pay for it. But this beginning-of-year-I-must-buy-everything-oh-I’ve-never-needed-to-use-a-kettle-before-but-that-one-looks-nice-I-want-it attitude ends up clouding my brain until the very important list of things I needed just falls out, only to return to my mind when it is too late.

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