Shopping with Kitten Gnat:
“It’s the boddle stow,” said Gnat as we walked inside. She was fascinated by the beer cooler – the dark depths beyond, the distant music playing from a boombox, the hum of the chillers, the neat rows of bottles stretching up to the sky. I bought my usual potion – James Page Pale Ale – and we went to check out. En route she found a bottle of wine, picked it up and staggered along behind me. Very Dickensian, in a way; I should have drawn myself up to my full height and shouted “make haste, or tonight the lumps in your gruel shall be moving again!”
We put the bottle back. I paid for the beer, turned around, and found her holding a can of Red Bull in each hand. Energy drinks. Oh, she needs that. Why not just put a box of Lucky Charms in the blender, add chocolate milk, six cups of sugar and pump it in a vein?
Off to Target. I needed the wide-mouth refills for the Diaper Genie. If you don’t know what I mean, be grateful.