A man approached my wife at scary Marsh

Yesterday a man approached my wife at scary Marsh (they were in the detergent aisle), and asked her if she knew how to get blood out of clothing.

I laughed, thinking her was kidding.

He wasn't.

STEAMING PILE OF DOG...

When we first moved into this neighborhood, we started shopping at the closest grocery store (that's how I choose pretty much everything...our girl's school...our church...my doctor). That place was (and is) a DUMP. I remember early on seeing some guy WITH HIS DOG in the store (and not some seeing-eye dog, either).

No joke, we are in the bread aisle, and the dog squats and defecates WHILE THE GUY WATCHES. He just walks on down the aisle, leaving behind this STEAMING PILE OF DOG SH*T.

Our friends call the store "scary Marsh" (that's one of their nicer monikers for it).

At any rate, this local March become our main grocery store for like 15 years, and about a month ago they decide to MOVE EVERYTHING AROUND FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON. Well, now that I (and the employees, for that matter) have NO idea where to find the Nutella, the biggest hurdle to switching stores (that I can't find stuff) is gone...and so am I.

Now I go to a clean, huge Kroger about a mile further down the road that has self check-out (I've never waited in line, and I feel like I'm shopping in the future). Plus, my church sponsor Vic works for Kroger, so I can feel like I'm supporting a friend by shopping there.

A bank robbery, The Hot Kid

In yet another testament to the old world charm of our neighboorhood, Courtney witnessed a bank robbery today at our local Marsh. You read me right. The guy NEXT TO HER robbed the bank, and she had to stay until the police arrived.

And I'm reading The Hot Kid, a novel given to me on my birthday (yesterday), which is about bank robbers. Coincidence?

I got three things that were on my wish list for my birthday. Ask, and ye shall receive (how else will they know what you want, after all?).