I took my child to the liquor store. This is something that I generally try to avoid doing.

As we know from my visit to the beer store, I am uncomfortable buying alcohol. I don’t know why.

I do remember as a child, when my mom would stop, on a very rare occasion to buy something for the holidays or someone’s birthday, I would get all fidgety, and kept asking my mom a hundred times if she was sure I was allowed to go in there. I had seen the 19+ signs, and I could not be convinced that it was okay for me to be in there with her. The whole time we were standing in line I was sure that the mini-mall security team was going to surround the place and I would be on 20/20.

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Tara is gainfully employed by the toughest 3 female bosses she has ever had (well except for that one accounting manager who hated her). The pay sucks, but the cuddles are awesome. She drinks a lot of coffee, uses humour as a defense mechanism, and lives in fear of what lurks in her backyard. Keep Tara company on her unfortunately-named blog Don’t Lick the Deck, where she talks about her husband Nerdguy; her 10 year old and twin 8 year old girls; parenting autism and ADHD; and her inability to shop without creating disaster. She is regular contributor to Parentdish.ca who have not yet filed a restraining order.

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