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.

Cosmokieron's Shoulder

I'm drinking espresso, and spreading Nutella for breakfast (Nutella's official website comments that, worldwide, the spread outsells all brands of peanut butter combined.). I feel so italian! I have a lot of energy in the mornings since we've been back, due to reverse jet-lag! It's great!

Thursday is my shoulder surgery. My shoulder doesn't hurt at all, so why am I having surgery? Well, sometimes it kinda pops out of it's socket. That's why.

Our insurance won't pay for the cryo-cuff, or for a lidocaine post-op drip, so I borrowed the cryo-cuff from a parishonier who had the same surgery (Jason K), and will just have oral pain meds. For those of you who are new to the blog, here are some links explaining about my shoulder.