Pancaked

I was in a MAD rush to get to Costco (the East Coast Sam's Club), with the help of my friend Ana Bel, to try and get much needed groceries for my house which resembled Old Mother Hubbard's. I also had a Doctor's appointment with my Surgeon, one I COULD NOT be late for. My two kids who don't usually sleep at that given hour of the morning, BOTH fell asleep simultaneously in the car on the drive over to the store. We decided to send Ana Bel in to shop, while I watched the littles, then swap so I could shop while they slept. Ana Bel shopped, then they woke up as I was going to leave. I found they had BOTH pooped their pants. Joe Joe (who has never blown out in public), picked the day I had no other clothes to stain a brand new WHITE adorable wrap around outfit bright yellow. Rushed, we changed the kids, put my hillbilly diaper-only son into the snugglie, and went into the store. With the sound of my pounding heart in my head keeping time, I raced from here to there, tearing around the store grabbing from the shelves the items off my list. It was a Tuesday, which means at this house, we eat breakfast for dinner. I needed pancake mix.



Good 'ol Krusteaz. I grabbed the bag, and wiping sweat from my brow, checked out and raced home to unload the groceries and kids, then reload the kids to take to the babysitter while I ran off to see the good doctor. My appointment went well, just long, and for all those who may enquire, and I am going into surgery on Thursday to have my gall bladder taken out.

We got home later than we needed, and were all STARVING. Luckily, I had dinner all planned....

Upon opening the bag, I realize the bag of pancake mix is not only already OPEN but there is a huge blue measuring cup inside. I managed to pick the only bag out of the many that were there on the shelf on such a crazy day that had been USED and returned with a measuring cup. We were all so hungry, for just a second, I entertained the idea of eating it. I called the store and explained what had happened and how it has seriously complicated my day. "Are you sure the cup isn't supposed to be in the bag?" Was the response I recieved. Whether it was or wasn't IT WAS STILL OPEN!! The only thing they offered me was a refund--if brought the bag and receipt in. I haven't. The store is 30 minutes away, and that is a bit far, and takes too much time, gas, effort, you name it for me to drive all the way out there with 2 tiny kids to return pancake mix.

I can't use the mix, but what do you think of washing the cup and keeping it?