Two Favorites: The Grocery Store And The Cats.

Cuz The Sheep knows what you like...

I've posted often about my trips to the grocery store. More often than one might expect. I go there a lot. I need to shop more than the average person because I am one of those tragically affected by Listo-forgettingous. I make a list. I put the list somewhere. I lose the list. I cannot be bothered to make another list. I believe that I am above the list. I attempt to shop in a list-free state. I never remember the toilet paper. I have to go back to the grocery store where I become distracted and overwhelmed by whatever seasonal item is now past said season and half off. I return home with six bags of bargain priced menorahs/candy corn/easter grass/whatever. I still have no toilet paper. It is generally then that I find the list. There are at least five other things that I also forgot. I have to go back to the grocery store.

It is a vicious cycle...

At any rate, shopping is a big part of my life. As is my choice of supermarket. Now, I shop at a certain store for many reasons: location, a well-stocked frozen pizza selection, cute little bag boys...stuff like that. But, for years, I have had a greater consideration in mind. One that will cause me to forget all the aforementioned qualities in a grocery store and drive out of my way if necessary.

I am a cat-owner.

I don't make the rules. I just play by them. As a woman in her 40s who has never married, I am required to own at least one cat. Preferably more. I must display photos of them on my desk at work and give them stockings at Christmas. Their needs must dictate my social calendar and whether or not I can take a vacation at any point. My coat must sport a fine layer of cat hair. It's like a law or something.

Thus, I have shopped at the same grocery store for years now in order that I might attain one certain thing. Say it with me fellow crazy cat ladies:

Good quality poop scooping bags.

My grocery store had the finest in plastic bags. Heavy duty, resistant to tears, easy tie handles...they had it all, baby. Sometimes, I requested that each item be bagged individually in order that I might stock up on these fine litter receptacles.

No more. They have changed bags. My grocery store has reverted to the cheap, easily torn version and I will scoop with fear in my heart from now until the end of time. I have shopped high, I have shopped low. No other grocery store has had the courage to take a stand and say, "For all the middle aged ladies out there, we give you a poop scoopin' bag that will stand up to whatever your cats can dish out."

I'm gonna have to double bag. The Sheep is displeased.

On the upside of things, today is my Friday. Which is a handy thing to have happen on a Thursday. Veteran's Day is upon us yet again and I find myself with a three day weekend on my hands. Tomorrow is really the only day I have all to my Sheepie self. Except for a drug store run, the day is mine to do with as I please. The plan is to alternate between the knitting and the spinning and see if I can't make a little headway on this whole Christmas thing that is looming ahead of me.

Saturday, I must head out for a little date with my favorite stylist and see if she can't put the twenty-something back into this forty-something hair. I never actually intended to be a blonde...but Amy has spoken on this matter and I am now unable to revert back to the mousy brown that served me so well for so long. Hence, the highlights will be tended and the stylist will be appeased. What can I say? I am weak. And she is right...

Sunday is truck day. I will be taking care of that only-slightly-overdue oil change and alignment. I always enjoy trips to the mechanic for routine maintenance since getting this truck. There is always some sort of surprise involved. The last time I went in it cost me over $900.00. Surprise!!! I can't wait to see what they find this time around. But, by then, I will be a blonde again and that always seems to help matters at the garage if I match it up with the right sweater. I dunno why...

And so, The Sheep is off to begin her three day weekend! Who knows? There might even be one of those rare and elusive Friday posts this week! What with the upcoming blondification and auto expenses, I'm feeling all devil-may-care!

I might even risk a single bagging on the poop scooping tonight! Wooooooo Hoooooooo!!!!!!!!!

SA