That’s right, I just got back from the grocery store. On the day before Thanksgiving. Where EVERY PERSON IN MY TOWN was racing through the aisles, causing the poor working folk to be all “CLEAN UP ON THE BAKERY AISLE! There’s a 15 cart pile up – be careful in there!” and also “OHMYGAWD WE MIGHT BE OUTA COOL COOL WHIP! WHAT WE GUN DO Oh whew, there’s 15 more cases, just set them down and BACK AWAY! RUN DUDE RUN! She’s gotta CAN OF EVAPORATED MILK AND AIN’T AFRAID TO USE IT!”
And I’m only exagerating a teeny tiny bit. I won’t EVEN go into the chaos around the last two table of rolls. (I GOT MINE! HAHAHAHA SUCKAS!!!)
Add to that, I had the pup with me. And right now on TV, they’re showing that annoying commercial 18gazzilion times, where folks are singing to the tune of “Santa clause is coming to town” and it’s a PSA against drunk driving (Found the audio!). As a result, she sings it. Over. and Over. and Over. again. Then, when we got home, she had the bag’o'oranges on her head, and was singing it, and HOW COULD I RESIST sharing that with you? I couldn’t, so here she is, as a reminder for all ya’ll to be careful out there tomorrow and through the rest of the Holidays…
Happy Turkey Day!
