Wednesday, April 6, 2011
I had forgotten that they sold flowers in the grocery store. So I hemmed and hawed over the selection. That was nice. By the time I had picked out a few posies, Bill had half the list done. I told him I had to get something in the frozen aisle. He left me to my own devices. At least, I think he left me. I was so entranced with the vast array of real ice cream that I think I may have zoned out for a while. It was hard for me to choose. But, the cart was still there behind me and Bill was only a few feet away. He did not make a comment on my fat laden choice.