Friday, December 18, 2015
I cannot believe my daughter has turned 42 today! I know that's not really that old, but it seems like I just had her. Then I got to thinking about all the milestones that we have passed.
My dad used to tell me that time flew by as one got older. What a sage he was. Time is just slipping away so fast. The grands are growing up so fast. Things I wanted to do with them - that's over. They don't do things like that. They think they are grown (at least the eldest three). Wow!
Yesterday I was really miffed. I went to the grocery store. Getting out of the house was a comedy of errors to begin with. I don't carry a purse this time of year. I have a little crossbody that I made myself where I carry the drivers license, a credit card and (of course) since I was going to the grocery) - the little card. I got all that together, was trying to get out of the door ahead of G so we didn't have to move cars, and found I forgot to put Clyde in his kennel.
I went to the refrigertator to get his little piece hot dog (I don't say weinie anymore - the eldest grands erupt into gales of laughter) I put all the associated things I had together down. Well in that stuff was my shopping list. That made me rather upset with myself. I was distracted doing my shopping. I couldn't remember what was on that blasted list, and once on the list - it is out of my mind. Checking out, I checked cashback on the little thingy, and I certainly don't want cash back - not at those rates! So once again, I was distracted. When I looked at my cart, I thought it looked a little skimpy.
When I got home, I didn't unload all my bags at once. When I began looking for all the cold stuff, I came to the realization that the roast and stew meat I purchased were NOT there. At this time of year, after about 3 in the afternoon, I do not go back out again. I wasn't going to fight traffic for even $25 of meat. I would go today to rectify.
That was a fiasco! I surf the marked down meat. The meat I bought was from the marked down meat. And that meat is just as good as any other by the way. I save where I can. Anyway, obviously MY meat was not to be found. The butcher had no idea what to do, and to cut to the chase I ended up buying fresh meat (and a half pound more when he cut the roast) and paid an additional $16. I really would have just preferred to have gotten my money back.
I don't know what the moral to that story might be. I guess not to go to the grocery by myself so that I can watch what is going on better. Needless to say, I am not a happy camper right now.