Anything new gets worn several days (or nights, in this case) in a row or until it falls off my body. I love new-to-me clothing. All the women in my family are the same as far as I know and I’m guessing, but aren’t all women the same, everywhere?
Just got in the door with Emil and hauled in a few more bags of groceries. Emil loves to go to the store, not to shop but to see who he might run into that he knows. Today I said, “Boy, there are no groceries we really need, but why don’t we go and you can buy everything your little heart desires?”
He thought that was a pretty good idea and we came home with roasted chicken for supper and a can of chicken gravy (apparently his dad buys this when he’s out visiting here and Emil likes this with french fries), potato chips, orange pop, sausage sticks, chocolate ice cream and chocolate bars. And that’s just what I can remember. Finally I told him we’ll do this again sometime so he’ll have other chances to shop, and he let me go to the checkout counter.
At the moment we’re having some of the tea you sent, Joan. Good stuff!
Margo’s having its annual steak night and we “should” go because it’s always a pleasure to be home and see long-unseen faces, plus Dad is here, but will I rouse myself to get out of the house again today? I haven’t even been for a walk with the hound yet, and here it is almost four o’clock.