no particular place to go

i'm dog sitting out in the middle of nowhere.  this means no running up to the starbucks a mile from my house for a weekend fix or catching up with friends,  no spontaneous lunch plans, and very little interaction with humans.  this does however mean a trip to the local walmart for groceries...in sherman...15 miles away.  and that means very interesting people watching.  i think i giggled for about 30 minutes straight (which was the amount of time i was there).  it's saturday, so there were LOTS of people doing their weekend shopping.  there were lots of, shall we say mature, people there.  and more motorize shopping carts than i think i've ever seen used at one time.  then there were the 2...um...old ladies (what?  they had very white hair!) who seemed to be watching the potatoes.  they were blocking the spinach, and i was trying to patiently wait my turn, but i couldn't figure out why they were just standing there.  i followed their gazes, but they just seemed to be staring at the bags of potatoes. 

let's not forget to mention the speed of operation in this walmart.  in dallas we are known for our *ahem* aggressive driving...i think that goes for shopping as well.  when it comes to shopping for me, i have been known to do my fair share of meandering, but i had a list this time and knew what i was there for.  this wasn't retail therapy time.  oh but the sherman walmart had other plans for me.  i kind of felt like i was in a slow motion movie, but i was moving at regular speed. i often think in film and soundtrack mode i watch a lot of movies and was an rtvf major.

the icing on the cake was the woman i saw in the check-out line with too much make-up (including a disturbingly dark shade of lip liner with a light colored lipstick) wearing about 2 gold anklets on each ankle, and 2 gold toe rings on one of her feet.  i cannot confirm nor deny the presence of toe rings on her other foot.

good times.  now i'm off to make my first ever attempt at crepes.  cue french cafe music!

this is bruce (or 'brucie' as we often call him).  he likes toys.

my weekend entertainment.