So the Wii went on sale at Wal-mart this week for $250. I got the circular on Sunday from Doug’s mom, and I should have just picked one up that day. I have $100 saved up from the boys baby/toddler stuff that I’ve sold, and I can loan myself the rest.

But I didn’t go yesterday. So I thought I’d try today. I called the closest Wal-Mart and they had 6 in stock. Okay – so they aren’t totally sold out, good.

Then I worked. And did the school pick up. Cam home and worked some more. Then it got late. Dinner, bedtime, etc.

Around 9:30 PM, I remembered. So I started calling all the Wal-Mart’s in town. And they were all sold out. Crap. I had to call the Platte Wal-Mart twice because the first time I was left on hold. When I called back, they told me that they have them. So I got in the car and drove over there (not my closest one).

And they didn’t have them. In fact, the 8th Street Wal-Mart (the one I called earlier today) were the last store to have any.

And everyone I talked to there was a stereotypical, apathetic and empty-headed minimum wage earner.

“I just called 10 minutes ago and someone told me you have them.”

“Sorry.”

FRAK.

I know it’s the hormones, but now I feel like an idiot for trusting the word of a pubescent late night Wal-Mart employee AND I am kicking myself for not going there earlier when I knew they had them.

STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.

And then I feel like even more stupid for beating myself up about it. I’ve been on the verge of tears ever since I left the store.

Okay, I’m done. I’m going to look for chips or ice cream to soothe my irrational sorrow.