Lost in Costco

 You can't beat this morning view while enjoying your coffee and your dog.  I never seem to be able to get far from the ball.  The good news is Cooper is happy as a clam if you are throwing or kicking that nasty slimy thing his direction.  Just be sure and wash your hands before breakfast.  We've been running in the high 90's with occasional cloud cover.  In fact, it's supposed to rain tomorrow.  You and I both know that's not going to happen.

With a list of errands to run, I decided to get an early start.  Saturday at Costco is never a good idea, but my brain said all I had to do was have my glasses checked.  In order to read my phone, I have to look at the bottom of the frame and hold them up a tad.  Mr. Ed said I should take them back ....

The lady was as nice as could be.  It is an unusual experience to find an employee who likes their job as much as she did.   She found the problem immediately, but sadly, they have to be remade.  That's another seven days (maybe more) that I have to keep gluing my old glasses together.  The actual lens is broken now and I glued my hair to the frame.  Note to self ... let it dry longer.

Since I was in Costco, I might as well cruise the aisles and pick up a huge roasted $4.99 chicken.  That's not the smartest thing for me to do.  Somehow I got lost in the wine section looking for tortillas.  I veered quickly to the left when I saw the cookies and pastries and ended up in the fish aisle.  These shrimp caught my eye instantly.  They just FLEW into my basket.  Who knew shrimp could fly?  You can't tell me you wouldn't do the same as you waited on the cluck clucks.

The Cooper-approved chicken came out just as my eye wandered over the pork loin.  They were surprisingly cheap and will cook up great on the BBQ, using less electricity in the house.  I think I've become obsessed with never giving PG&E another dime.  I never did find the tortillas.

What I originally wanted to check out, and obviously got terribly sidetracked, were the shorts purchased by a friend.  SQUIRREL!!  That's when I spotted the shirts.  I never buy clothes at Costco, but as of now, it's almost the only place in town.  Yes it's long sleeve, but if you're horseback riding in the California sun, you need "coverage".  

Once home, I tried it on.  OMG it fits PERFECTLY!!!  For $12.99, I'm heading back this morning to buy three more.  That's how it is with us hard-to-fit gals.  If you find one that fits, you buy one in every color.

Dinner time had me standing at the bowl of veggies.  Not my usual fare, but I had just dropped off three big garbage bags full of clothing that didn't fit at St. Vincent De Paul.  I won't be going there again, even if it is the only one besides Goodwill (whose CEO makes a ridiculous salary).  Yikes ... I'm sure the wife-beater-shirt guy inside was a homeless dude.  None of the lights were on, although they may have the same electricity problem I have, and he had no tags to give me for donations.  The place smelled terrible.  I dropped the bags at the door and hightailed it out of there.

SO ... I wanted to eat something that wouldn't stick to the inside of my skin.  I know, that's never going to happen at this age.

Dinner was leftover fajita chicken with those amazing tomatoes.  I just can't help singing the praises of home grown.  Maybe I can find some kind of farmers market around here.

I spent the rest of the night working on the puzzle.  Not many pieces left, and I'm sure I tried every single one of them in every single hole.  Maybe I can finish it up today while I watch the rodeo finals.

My gardeners are official fired, so please say a little prayer that the new guys show up this week.  I just don't need another problem to solve besides the one that just popped up.  After walking around outside and actually LOOKING at the house, I have a paint peeling trim problem.  Big sigh!!!!  Oh the joy!!!!  The good news is when they move me to the old folks home, I won't have any house repairs to make any more.