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Grocery Olympics

Yesterday, I was working diligently on some new styles and repacking some old ones for the new shops and Jack calls down from the entertainment loft ( His computer is hooked up to the big screen TV, poor baby) he says, “ Are WE planning on going to the store today since you were snowed in on Thursday?” Translation: “Hey sissy girl, who won’t drive in the snow. I am out of peanut butter and sweets, I am going to be an ass soon if I don’t get some. Go to the store.”

Now I love my husband with a great and powerful love. So I said something sweet up the stairs that easily translated to “ Blow me Evil Knevil! Unless your dressed and ready to drive me 30 minutes it ain’t gonna happen.” In fact, that is exactly what I said. I think I even had my hand on my hip in full sass. I really would have rather stayed home and kept working.

Its not that I don’t LOVE ( not) to skid around on the ice under the snowy roads, I surely don’t want to do it IN my precious Dana, a 1991 White Suburban with fancy turquoise pin stripping and a deluxe wood and smokie-grey interior.

She has seen a few years, but I take good care of her for someone who has no garage. She has seen ice before and she doesn’t like it. She is the only vehicle with a full size fold down seat/bed that could hold every Great Dane comfortably in a lying down position, and all three of my favorite men strapped into captains chairs, so I treat her well because someday her awesome V8 engine is going to be our ride in a kick butt survival campaign during a zombie apocalypse!!

We have made emergency Vet runs for Great Dane Rescue, transported Great Dane Rescue Dogs across a few states, and even drove one special Dane Honey out of New Orleans just after Hurricane Katrina…all in my Dana Baby. So she doesn’t leave the pasture on icy days for a donut and peanut butter run. She could get hurt out there. So if “WE” were going it would have to be in Jack’s little Kia dragster and I don’t drive Jack’s Nikita. Well I did, once. In the test drive with the salesman in the back and Jack in the passenger side and so I drifted a bit around a corner and they nearly bricked their shorts, I just wanted to see what she could do? She drives really nice! But that is story that will have to wait for another day.

We need to get to the store.

So we were off like a herd of turtles, hunting down my favorite snow hat with the funky tassel took a while. It snows like twice a year and never this much so I was getting some wear out of that hat! HOOT!

We get there and its like a zombie apocalypse an invasion of the slow people. Jack is fast by nature once he gets focused and now he is miffed AND focused on getting in and getting out but he doesn’t know what to do with all these slow folks and he is driving the buggy. So I take the lead and show him the path and he brings up the rear with the buggy. I get pretty far ahead so I have the Splenda and he is still way far off, so I chuck it at the cart, I went a bit long and nearly hit a blonde ladies booty, but Jack saves.

Now we are having fun! Bag of cereal, block of cheeze, cheese slices, ham slices ever so gently swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, nothing but net!

I bought the giant peanut butter so I didn’t throw that, nor the coffee…thought about coffee filters though, but we don’t get those. They would have flown nicely.

Bags of candy, a new plunger ( a bit of a tricky landing) dryer sheets that smelled like Smarties! Bam, Blink, Slam! Discus! Javelin! Hammer-throw! Now my boys will give me a bit of help and move the cart ever so slightly to help me make a basket, but not Jack. A miss is a miss! Some of those isles are 70 feet —This is Super Wal-mart, ( say like “This is Sparta!) Give a girl a break, but I did say “Blow Me” earlier, I am reminded, there will be no mercy.

When I went for coffee Jack split off and went for cat food in cans. Our old girl, Luna (17) will only eat one kind of food and then she only really licks the juice off. So we buy a big can ( more juice) I find him in the cat food isle, plunk the coffee down and see only 6 cans. We need 16 for a week because when Luna wants food, you don’t want to be out. She has a voice to wake the dead. It sounds like 2 sailors disagreeing. So he moseys down the isle for the last of the cans and what comes flying at me…Sweet Heaven! Luckily the cans were sent Curling style, I tried to return them Soccer fashion, but Jack has perfect curling skills (never curled) and they stopped 6 inches from my foot. WHOOT! I am told I am a terrible sweeper and he could have got much more distance had I made an effort. I am pretty sure sweepers have brooms, I was surrounded by cat toys, nothing else.

I might have lost the Grocery Olympics for team Cates, but we got the shopping done quick and I got home to my Styles and a frozen pizza so I didn’t have to cook anything. Yay Me!

Sneek Peek, they are not done yet.

Just a note: I leave the dropshadow visibility toggle off. PS users can use mine by toggling the visibility on or leave it off and add your own. PSE users, you will not have the option of using my dropshadow, you would be stuck with it if I left it visible, this way, you are free to add your own favorites!! WHOo! HOo!

Wish I could tell you when these are coming out, but I am still fussing over what to leave in and which ones to take out. So I don’t know. I have to let them sit a while before I can see the flaws. They are all my babies but some are better than others. I can’t see that until I get some distance.

Thanks to Kim B for suggesting I do some realistic metal styles, above one isn’t very real, Whoever heard of Rainbow Metallic Diamond Plate? How fantastical is that! HOOT! but I am working on some real gold ones as well.