After lunch we took off, for Kerrville, to pick up a refill prescription for Roy's arthritis and then for me to buy us our groceries and for Tony buy gas for Trigger and to buy more dog food for our rescued dogs. So, I guess that you could say that we had us a plan.
I love to make plans even though I know that most of our plans get changed, because of our animal rescue lifestyle. Seriously, no matter how much planning ahead we try to do we know that they can change faster than a spinning dime and many of our good friends can vouch for that, because they have had to put up with us being late or no-shows, etc.
This afternoon, after picking up Roy's feel-good pills, at Hoegemeyer Animal Clinic, we went to the big H-E-B, on Main Street. And before Tony dropped me off, at the main entrance, he said, "I hope you don't have to get a lot of groceries today, because I want to hurry and get back to the ranch, because of the weather."
"No," I replied. "I just need to get about ten things. I'll meet you back at the truck, after you buy the dog food." Then Tone and Trigger took off to the gas pumps.
The grocery store was playing some really great music and so I'm going to blame that on my much too-long shopping spree, inside their today. Playing great music is a well-known marketing practice that most of the big stores use to keep people shopping longer and spending more money. And they definitely had my number today, because their excellent play-list was so fabulous it sort of "mesmerized" me or at least that was my excuse that I used when Tony, much later, asked me what had taken me so long.
On our way back home, after we had discussed the weather, "Tony asked, "So what all did you buy?"
"Pee pads for Little Debbie, some ZzzQuil, Poligrip, dog food, air filters, organic gluten-fee spinach tamales, beer and wine, coffee, tea, some chicken thighs, steaks on sale....and a fruit cake."
"You bought a fruit cake? I hate fruit cakes and I'm not going to eat it. Why did you do that?"
"Well, the music had me mesmerized and when I was going to get an onion and some more cauliflower they were playing my favorite Fleetwood Mac song. Anyway, when I was going past the fresh breads, cakes, pies bakery section, I saw this huge crowd of people all grabbing fruit cakes that were in packaged in large, red and white boxes. In fact, I saw this one old lady actually put seven of those big fruit cake boxes into her empty cart. It was like a buying frenzy. It was like no one could get enough of these special fruit cakes, in a big box. And there were other kinds of smaller fruit cakes, on the display, but no one was buying them. And they were a whole lot cheaper than those big-boxed fruit cakes that everybody was grabbing off of the shelves. And so you'll know it's an imported, Italian, fruit cake, too and it might not taste like U.S. fruit cakes...."
So, by the time we went over, the Medina Pass, Tony and I were laughing about me buying us a fruit cake, because of Fleetwood Mac.
When we got back home we put our dogs outside and then we unpacked our groceries. And after we had put everything up, except for the fruit cake and H-E-B Parmesan Cheese. I grabbed my camera and took a picture of the fruit cake box. And then I lifted this huge fruit cake, out of the box and took a picture of it next to the parmesan cheese and a fork, to show just how tall it was, so I could document this historic day for me—when I actually bought us a foreign, fruit cake.