boozehound
It was a typical Friday afternoon with a trip to Wal-Mart to load up on groceries for my return trip to Charlotte. Ray, car ride-lover that he is, was along for the shopping spree. At 70 plus degrees, it’s not conducive to leaving adorable dogs in automobiles. With this in mind, I frantically loaded up the cart and left my parents to pick up the tab to see how Ray was faring.
As I was getting Ray out of the car for a potty break, his leash separated from his collar and after realizing that he was no longer tethered, dashed through the parking lot toward the supercenter. Tasting the sweet nectar of freedom, there was no way he’d listen to my commands to heel.
So here I am, abandoning my parents’ car to chase after Ray, yelling his name to no avail, and praying that no cars hit me or him. Lush that he is, Ray ran into the Wal-Mart liquor store and soon found himself in the arms of an employee. Apologizing profusely for the disturbance, I scooped up my runaway dog and returned him to the car.
My parents were in line to check out and witnessed the whole thing. My father is already scheming for how he can get ahold of the security camera tape.
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fruit in cake
I love cake. Birthday cake, cupcakes, pancakes, cake batter ice cream, etc. And even fruitcake. Yes, you read that right, I love fruitcake. But it has to be really good fruitcake. And I have found that Collins Street Bakery makes one hell of a good fruitcake and I would be delighted if one arrived on my doorstep. And that is exactly what happened last night. The seasonal ”doorstop” that was intended to grace my parents’ doorstep next week was instead waiting for me at my house, a week early.
After a quick call to their customer service line, a fruitcake is en route to Florida and I am left with one of my own.
What the hell am I going to do with an entire fruitcake?
*Light bulb!*
Bring it to work tomorrow for the Christmas dessert exchange of course! There are at least 3 colleagues who are old enough to appreciate a fine sliver of fruitcake.
