Wal*Mart Excursion number 1,583,294,803

I really have no clue how many times I've graced the Athens Wal*Mart with my presence. When I first moved I wanted so badly for something to do that I would go if I just needed a few things. I would have no problem going multiple times in one day because I was bored and needed to keep busy so I didn't get depressed and homesick. Wal*Mart is about 2 miles from my house so it's very easy to just make a quick trip. Over the course of the last 2 1/2 years, my feelings for Wal*Mart have changed drastically. I now avoid it as much as possible. There was much rejoicing and celebration when the Publix grocery store opened about 1/2 mile from my house. Now about the only reason I hit up that dreary old Wal*Mart is to get the preschool groceries. Which is what I was doing tonight. Monday is preschool grocery day. I like to try and go during the day if I can get away from work. But it's been a little crazy lately while we've been getting ready for graduation, so I have been going in the evenings. Tonight though, we had plans to help clean someone's house from church. So by the time I got to WM, it was 9:00. I was already tired. I pulled in and reached for my purse when I realized it was back at home sitting in my bedroom. Back home I went, got my purse and headed back. Now I was even more tired. And that cart gets pretty heavy when it's filled with enough food for 26 kids. I was just kind of dragging around the store. Then in the checkout line I broke a nail while reaching in to get some stuff out of my cart. And it hurt. That didn't help matters. But then when I was walking out, I saw a man who looked to be about 80 years old standing by the magazine rack. He was reading a Cosmo magazine. Kinda weird, kinda creepy, but funny enough to make me end my Wal*Mart excursion with a smile.
Now as a sidenote, if you wouldn't mind just sending up a little prayer for the aforementioned graduation that would be great. It's Thursday night. We only have three practices left and some of the kids hardly know their lines. I don't expect you to spend much time in prayer over this, but just a little "breathe a prayer" would be appreciated. That the kids could remember their lines. And also maybe that they would be scared enough that they behave but not so scared that they get complete stage fright and don't do anything. Thanks!