I stopped into Michael’s today and picked up a Finding Nemo bath toy with foam noodle as per Sarah’s indispensable instructions for creating a brooch bouquet. I also picked up some needle nose pliers.
While waiting in line, I noticed the cashier had an engagement ring. I got really excited. She’s going to know exactly why I am buying this Finding Nemo toy!
I got to the front of the line. I handed over my supplies with anticipation. I was about to experience some real-world bride-to-be bonding.
The cashier scanned the noodle. I held my breath. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey!” I said, as though greeting an old friend.
“I think this one is broken.” She pointed to the Nemo part of the toy. It was coming off the tubing.
My face fell. “Oh.”
She tried to reassure me. “There are lots more back there.”
“No, uh… it’s ok. I’m really just buying it for the foam noodle part?”
“Oh, ok.” And that was that. She dropped the noodle into a plastic bag and asked for my zip code.
Lesson: not everyone is in the wedding blog bubble. [Which is too bad for everyone.]