Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

This morning I realized I was out of…oh, pretty much everything. Not that it mattered in terms of Turkey Day, since we’re lazily eating out, but, still.

So, sort of dreading it, I went to the grocery, expecting people mobbing the store, but no. There were lots of people wandering around on their cells, asking “now what damned stuffing did you want?” & “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. They’ve only got russet potatoes. Take ‘em or leave ‘em.”

I was in the frozen foods aisle, stocking up on Lean Cuisines in the best holiday tradition, when I heard this rather nauseating-but-cute-in-the-spirit-of-the-holidays exchange:

Cutesy-wootsie Aunt: Oooh, here they are! Pie crusts from historic Gretna- they’re the ones we want!

Tot: Yeah! They look good!

CWA: Aaaawwww- and look at these cute little tartsy-wartsy ones! (I will swear to the deity of your choice that she called them this.)

T: Yeah! Do ya think we could accidentally buy them both? Huh? Huh?

They smiled slyly at one another, and I continued on my way, trying to determine whether I was charmed or nauseated by the whole thing.

Ah well. Happy Thanksgiving!

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