Well, assuming that I can manage to put together three or four side dishes that I have made a thousand times before, I have totally already completed the bulk of Thanksgiving, so congratulations are in order. From you. To me. I had to go to three places today. THREE. And one of them was Costco. And it was a terrible idea, as I expected. The lines for the checkouts stretched way back into the actual store, and the people in the lines were, for some reason, getting FURIOUS with the people who were just trying to ENTER THE STORE TO SHOP. Like, “uh, we’re TRYING to CHECK OUT.” Okay, that’s great, but me getting past you to go pick up some items to purchase has absolutely no bearing on that. I won’t slow you down in any way. I have a completely empty cart. I’m not going to jump into the opening you create to let me through and yell, “FINDERS KEEPERS, SUCKER” and refuse to move.
The trip was necessary, though, because I had to get the chocolate cake that I have never stopped thinking about since the first time A’dell mentioned it, and her genius idea of freezing it in individual slices so that instead of having to tear through an entire chocolate cake in just a couple of days before it’s too stale or gross to eat, she can defrost a SINGLE SLICE WHENEVER SHE WANTS A’DELL IS A GENIUS.
Of course, now that I’ve seen it, I have no intention of actually doing that, this time.
ABOUT TO GO BRUCE BOGTROTTER ON SOME CAKE.