Normally I avoid Walmart at all costs. Target, I love thee. Walmart and I? We have had our problems. But? Jill wanted a Hannah Montana themed birthday party, and the only place that makes Hannah Montana cakes is, you guessed it, Walmart. So I went last week and ordered one for her actual birthday. It was surprisingly good. And cheap! I was sold.
Her party is on Saturday. I had to go back today to order another, much larger, cake for her party. This time the cupcake cake shaped like a guitar. We have been searching for months for Hannah Montana plates and napkins and such to no avail. I found them online, but the shipping costs three times the amount of the stupid plates. Hell no. So I resolved to buy purple table covers, napkins, and plates. At least the cake went with the theme. I was already at Walmart, so I decided to grab the supplies while I was there.
I went to the party supply isle. It seemed kind of bare. There were two large boxes at the end of the isle. Obviously they were restocking. The pickings were slim. I eyed the boxes to see if perhaps there might be more purple table cloths inside. I needed one more. Then I saw it. The packing slip said "H. Montana." No. It couldn't be. I opened the box, and there inside. was. Hannah. Montana. party. supplies. I quickly found someone to help me. He informed that the items had not been properly stocked or checked in or whatever, so I would have to wait. Being the crazy lady that I am, I demanded that he do it right then. I had to have those. I think I scared him, and he wanted me to leave. But there was no getting rid of me until I got my Hannah Montana party supplies. I waited while he scanned each item, and grabbed them from him before he could even shelve them. I scooped up napkins, and plates, and a Happy Birthday banner, and party favors, and I think perhaps I will be the best mommy ever.
And Walmart. Sorry about that hating you thing.