Shake Your Bon Bon

{this post is rated PG. I think}

While I was at Walmart, picking up some photos, I had an epiphany.
It was twofold.

1). Walmart in the Pacific Northwest is deeeeepressing. Whenever my southern belle cousin Sara visits (from Arkansas), she can't believe how sad they are.

2). I normally would order my prints from Walgreens.


But. I had "THE" pictures developed there.

"THE" pictures were part of a wedding gift to Daniel, from me.
Me ala boudoir photo shoot. ooo-la-la.
And in a time crunch, I sent them to Walgreens. 1-hour pick-up. good idea.
About 2 minutes after I clicked "order," I realized...no. bad idea.
Cute, little, ol' twinkly-eyed grandpas work at Walgreens.
As do pimply-faced hormone filled teenage boys.
Neither of which I would want to face after being "hot off the presses."

Basically. I wimped out.
I sent a friend inside to pick them up.
And I have yet to brave the use of their print services since then.



Thanks for that life reminder, Walmart.
I am forever enslaved to your dreary photo processing center.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}