Boy, it's been a nice day! The weather has been fantastic and our moods, light and lively.
We are getting new carpeting in the playroom soon, so I took some time to work on the mural.
Joe cleaned; I painted.
We flirted. We drank beer.
It was a beautiful thing.
While I cooked our supper, Joe went to the store for Fennel, among other things.
I described it's appearance and location to him, then I crossed my fingers.
He came home with new golf pants, fennel and a 23 lb. bag o' tater tots.
I exaggerate the poundage. It's only a 5 lb. bag.
When pressed, he opened up about his trip to the supermarket. He stopped and bought pants on the way. The pants were on sale at a place called Dick's so he could not resist. At the grocery, he located the vegetable in question but it was labeled as Anise. He faltered and asked the produce guy who informed him it was the same thing. It IS but, it isn't. Seems Anise and Fennel have a identity issues. Then he went on to tell me the cashier had trouble ringing it up.
He kind of fell in love with her even though she is very young. She has a withered hand and he said that influenced his feelings. I mentioned this to my parents later and my Dad went on and on about how "wonderful and beautiful" this cashier girl is and "her poor little hand" and how he loves her too. I haven't noticed this girl in the past but I'm not surprised. My kids drive me to distraction every moment of a store visit.
She must be stronger than they think. If she hefted that gigantic bag of tots over the finish line, she's doing just fine. I think I might love her a little bit myself.
