Discovery
Tonight, as I was in Publix picking up for a few things for the week and chatting with Dan (and by extension, Micah) when suddenly something caught my attention, causing me to break off the conversation mid-sentence.
“What? What happened?” Dan asked in the tone of voice a person might use if he suspected the person on the other end of the telephone had just been, say, run over by a shopping cart and was currently lying incapacitated on the grocery store’s linoleum floor.
It took me a moment to respond. “Guess what I found at Publix!”
“…food?”
It seems my neighborhood Publix has decided to begin stocking the cookies I spent days hunting down this fall. I don’t know if it’s because the icebox cake is growing in popularity (because really, there’s not much else to make with these cookies, and if I’m going to eat a cookie out of a box (not much of a chance anymore because I am a self-declared snoob (not a typo) about cookies these days) it would not be a chocolate wafer) or because the manager who said he’d order them for me and call me when they were in (despite not taking my number or name) kept his word.
Still, it’s interesting. And funny. If only my camera hadn’t committed seppuku, I’d have a photograph for y’all.
In other news, can somebody please explain to me why I’m actually watching Cashmere Mafia?
Because there’s a Writers strike on?
Dan
10 Jan 08 at 6:41 am
the writer’s strike is no excuse for watching cashmere mafia!
lische
14 Jan 08 at 4:32 pm
It’s just soooooo horribly addictive. Fortunately, for whatever reason, Lipstick Jungle doesn’t have the same allure.
huda
17 Jan 08 at 11:59 pm