Today's Grocery List:
ask about tar baby
t.rex's smushy fruit
It all makes sense to me.
I misspell things on purpose, just to amuse myself.
I use the abbreviations for toilet paper and paper towels from when my parents owned a janitorial company when I was in high school.
And I needed a plecostomus, one of those hideously ugly fish that sucks gloop off the wall of the fish tank.
But they were out of those, so we got a snail instead. The Biscuit picked him out. His name is Doraville SpongeBob SquareSnail. For the next five minutes at least. This tells me that she's been hanging out with the 4 year olds.
I do not approve.
Still, I often wonder about what happens when some poor shmo picks up my fallen grocery list in the parking lot and shakes his head at the imaginative but illiterate idjit who has 'cat fud' on the list because the Gary Larson cartoon makes her smile.
Even though she doesn't own a cat.
See? Doesn't that make you smile?
Good. Now go get some bacon and put some kreamer in your mug of piping hot krogular, and let's watch some Buffy.