freedom like a shopping cart
It's been two weeks since I've gone food shopping. You would think I had twenty people living in this house at the rate we consume food and goods. I think it's time for a little warehouse shopping.
My answer to him was:
The movie The Believers (I think that was the name, it was about voodoo or something like that) had a scene where the wife went to make coffee in the morning and the voodoo guru somehow made water pile up on the floor where she stood and when she plugged the coffee pot in, she sort of fried to death.
Since then, I always check for water on the floor when I plug appliances in.
Go answer. There, not here.
Now, I've got some economy-size shopping to do, with an ecomony size shopping cart that you could fit a dead horse in. Hopefully, no one will ram me with theirs, causing me to lash out in anger and kill the queen.
Those two thoughts were totally non sequiter, I know.
bonus points to anyone who knows where that title line comes from.