Postcards from the Funny Farm

I see every age of people in the grocery store.  There’s a gramma in a walker and an infant in her car seat.  Then, there’s every life stage in between.  I was sent by wifal unit to get a few things, one of which was baby formula.  There are usually 5 options: reg, reg with lipids, soy, soy with lipds, and one other I can’t recall.  Then on the shelf there are all those types by 3 brands (one being generic).  Our daughter uses soy — I knew that, but I broke down and called my wife to figure out just what the heck to buy!

I’m excited we picked up Dreyers vanilla bean vanilla ice cream and A&W Rootbeer for later tonight!  Root beer floats rock the house!  I feel I deserved them after the bad news I got from the doc.  I have to wait a month to have the vasectomy until the blood pressure meds kick in.  As if I wasn’t dreading it enough, now I have to wait a month for them to stick a needle in my ahems.  Oh well, this is where you look at the old people in the grocery store and thank God you’re not that far yet.

I watched the 60 year old Russian immigrant boxboy yell about how the other “kids” aren’t working hard enough as loud as he can in front of customers.  Why they hired him is beyond me.  Maybe they were afraid of a lawsuit.  Every time he’s the same way.  I hate annoyed people older than me boxing my groceries.  Pet Peeve.  My daughter whined for “nanny” (means candy) because it’s inconveniently right there as you check out in the express lane.  That was ingenious for marketing purposes, now it sux for parents.

Came home to find I bought the expensive meat instead of the cheap.  Wife got frustrated with me.  I had no idea there was another kind to buy.  Oh well.  She’s making dinner for her college class tonight and meant to spend like 15 bucks on beef stroganoff.  Now it’ll be 30.  Oh well . . .  hmmm . . . I’m saying Oh well a bit much wouldn’t you say?  Wifal unit told me the other day I need to be more serious and not so happy-go-lucky.  Maybe I need to watch the “oh wells?”  Ok.  How’s this?

Wutevah!  Root Beer floats later!  Maybe I’ll cast caution to the wind and do a photo blog on the history of A&W.