I suppose I could have picked up the exciting and frightening all at the same time Mystery Six Pack at Trader Joe's. One of these days, I'll do just that. It'll be a day when I choose a new frozen entree...something we haven't tried yet...because that'll be a day of Adventure! With my luck I'd get a six pack of all dark beers that go on pancakes.
The checkout boy today had a tattoo of Top Gun (the words, not Kelly McGillis or an airplane engine) on his neck. The side of his neck. I wonder if anyone has ever tried to frame it real nice with well placed, dainty hickies around it. It would certainly bring out the Standard Dark Green color of his tattoo. And, he would have been 10% cuter if he would have stopped calling me M'am.
Trader Joe's is the place to go though when you suddenly realize that you have only $30 in your checking account for the next two weeks. Yep, I allowed us to live like we were rock stars this weekend. We ate mozzarella sandwiches, had coconut with pulp water, even cupcakes!!! Now it'll be rice and beans for two weeks. And the banana bread that I made tonight in order to save the three rotten bananas from certain fermentation in the garbage can.
The roster on the channel that I watch lately are shows like Sanford & Son, Three's Company, All in the Family and Too Close for Comfort. The commercials seem to be telling us folks watching it that we are about to die as well as being morbidly obese. There is a sense of urgency that we need to call these people NOW and set up funeral arrangements. Henry Winkler is wearing a "Sell Out" sign on his back in the reverse mortgage ads. And all of these ads shriek "Call now! With your life stage, you can't even buy green bananas! " Sheesh people, can't a girl just get her Bunker fix?
But let me leave you with this....separated at birth...Joyce DeWitt and my wife, Joan Jett. No, no...you think about it.
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