That’s not for sale….

So I’m at Walmart … a place I really, really try to avoid if possible.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy a bargain.  I just have a tough time with all the other people there looking for bargains.

Actually, I believe you can find the rudest people on the planet congregating in your local Walmart:  the people that are in the checkout line publicly ridiculing their children for everyone to hear, the woman that rams her cart into yours (or your leg) and then gawks at you like it was your fault for standing where she wasn’t looking, or the coughers — those people that walk around the store coughing like they swallowed a hairball, touching everything they pass, and never, ever covering their mouths.

It’s a germ-a-phobe’s worst nightmare.  Trust me.  I know this.

So I’m at Walmart today, and as I’m walking down the frozen food isle, minding my business and attempting to dodge oncoming carts, my butt gets grabbed.

This is a little out of the ordinary for a couple of reasons:

  1. My husband is miles away at his office.
  2. In the past twenty years, I don’t know that I’ve ever received a public butt grabbing.
  3. I’m in Walmart.

In shock, I whip around and come face-to-face with a man whose eyes are now the size of saucers as the realization hits him.

“Oh. My. God. I. Am. So. Sorry. You. Are. Not. My. Wife.”

“From the back, you look the same.  Same hair.  Same outfit.  Same … butt.”

At this point, I can’t lie, I’m a little curious.  Is this a compliment?  Insult?  Maybe I should find this woman and see what she looks like?

But I simply give my best stern face and say, “Urmph.”

And then I attempt to steer my three-functional-wheeled cart to the checkout, over there by the screaming mother coughing on the magazines.



So if you haven’t read, Kansas is in the midst of a horrendous drought.  But not in my house — at least not on my coffee table.

One of my favorite parts of Christmas is assembling my sugar house village.  I like to treat myself to one or two new houses each year, so the scenery is always growing from year-to-year.

Here are a few shots of this year’s arrangement. - Snow Village - Snow Village - Snow Village














  1. says

    Oh how I adore your collection. Where do you purchase them at? I have a growing collection of houses I’ve made myself but they don’t compare to these at all!

    • Shanna says

      No Carissa, I don’t do them myself. They come that way. I just can’t pass up glittery things when I’m shopping.

  2. Yona says

    I cannot believe the guy said ‘same butt’ too…he must have been really embarrassed. I might have passed out if that had happened to me since i try to have as little contact as possible with anyone when I’m shopping. Nonetheless, love your holiday village – I love almost all things sparkly.

    I’m stopping by from Katherine’s Corner blog hop.

    Happy Favorite Things Thursday!

    • Shanna says

      Hi Terry! I get them here in Wichita at a little store called Trios. It’s not a chain and I know they don’t ship things or have an online site. But if you ever happen to be in Wichita that’s the spot.

  3. Shanna says

    Thanks Mary! No I have always just bought them. I can’t justify buying them at full price either. I always go the day after Christmas and get them half off and put them away for the next year. I always buy one or two new ones each year.

  4. says

    Thanks for the laugh!! I do try to avoid Walmart as much as possible for the very same reasons. Except for the butt grabbing. hehehe Our clerks have a habit of commenting on every. Single. Item. I. Purchase. Extremely annoying!

    Love your little village!

  5. says

    Love your sugar village!! So very pretty!!
    I too am not a walmart shopper and try to avoid it at all costs. I can’t beleive that that happened to you in Walmart but I guess I should not be surprised as i do kow the type of people who shop in our Wal Marts….


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