There will be some damn fruitcake in this house for Christmas!
I was back in Costco today and this time I asked a lady in the bakery department if they had any fruitcakes. She told me that no, they weren't making them this year. I asked why. She said, "Because no one bought them last year."
Well I tell you what, lady! I did!
So when I went to Publix I bought the fruit. I was afraid that they didn't have any. I had to search high and low and finally found it on my way to ask an employee where it might be. There are a lot of gaps on the shelves right now and it would not have surprised me if candied fruit and citrus peel hadn't made it to the stores this year. But there it was and I bought a bountiful plenty.
It was a good day, overall. Jessie was hankering to go try Chow Time, the newish buffet that I talked about a few weeks ago. The place that looks like a movie theater or a casino with about half an acre of food. So Lily joined up with us and Levon came along too and we feasted. We did not leave feeling like the man whom we saw coming out who stopped for a second, tried to pull his pants all the way up and said, "Oh my god," before heading to his car. But we were sated, shall we say.
I should have stopped after my sushi and hot and sour soup. But of course I didn't. I had to eat at least a few of the other things. Levon was the one who really surprised me. He ate (and this is what I can recall) macaroni and cheese, chicken, green beans, french fries, a piece of pizza, and about six kinds of dessert. He and I decided that we like pudding even better than we like ice cream.
It was a good lunch and we got to talk and share some things that have been roiling the waters of our souls and of course we laughed a lot and there were a few tears. Not Levon's. He was a happy guy.
When we left, I made them pose for a picture in front of the Christmas tree.
I got to see Brenda and she gave me the BEST HUG EVER!
So all was not lost. Her hugs just stick with you.
On to Publix where I noticed this sign for the first time.
But honestly, people have been getting away with saying that their beloved pupsters are service animals that they need for emotional support and although I can completely understand that, it's just a way for folks to bring them to the store with them. Which, quite frankly, I don't mind but things could get out of hand, I suppose. There was that German Shepherd on St. George Island that killed a chihuahua a few months ago in a beach bar. I mean, that's traumatizing, to say the least.
Just don't ask me to sing any Christmas carols, okay? Because I fucking won't do it.