That’s right, friends. I lost my Girl Card a long time ago. I don’t shop, I buy. I don’t browse. I get recommendations and click. If I don’t get my socks knocked off by the time I reach the second aisle, my cart and I roll outa there.
My local Publix is playing Disco. That’s about the only thing that keeps me coming back. Well. That and the free wine samples on Saturday at lunch time. NOW I get it. “Publix. Where Shopping is a Pleasure.” TM
Which reminded me of last Saturday. Here’s my list. I think I wet myself when I re-read item #6. Minor detail. Carpet Flesh. ewww.
I have been known to decorate my living spaces in the “early eighties garage sale” theme. And when I passed an artsy-fartsy shoppe on West Bay in Largo, Florida featuring giant roosters on their sidewalk, I hadda have one.
Here’s how that went down:
I tell my flexible husband I found the perfect birthday gift. For Me.
As we pass the artsy-fartsy shoppe, I point it out, clapping gleefully.
My flexible husband stomps on the gas, and says I’ve lost my mind.
By now you’ve guessed I got my chicken. And the lore and joy this hunk of junk has brought me has to documented. You’re welcome.