Too Tired To Title

And one day later that's what the hurricane lily looks like. They have a brief but glorious life, don't they?

I am so tired tonight and I didn't do much, physically, although it was so hot that every time I got out of my car and walked across a parking lot I thought I'd probably die. The highpoint of the entire day was going into the coldy room at Costco and I moaned with the pleasure of it and thankfully, no one else was in there at that particular moment. 

I had decided a few days ago to replace the drawer and cabinet liners in my kitchen for several reasons. Before I tell you what they are though, let me hasten to assure you that there are many cabinets in my kitchen which do not have liners and after twenty years, we have not died yet so I guess that's okay. BUT- for the drawers and cabinets that do, fresh, clean liners would be nice. Also, I figured it would give me a great opportunity to clean out those areas and get rid of some shit while I was doing it. 
Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

So I did some searching online for "vintage-looking floral drawer liner" because who wants ugly drawer liner, and a few things came up, some of which was highly expensive, like from France, and was probably for a lady's armoire or something fancy like that. However, there was one pattern that was fun and cheerful and quite reasonably priced. Unfortunately, it was to be found at Walmart and even worse- is part of the Pioneer Woman's line. Have you seen her things? 
I have to be honest and say they aren't bad for what they are. Dishes and pots and pans and so forth in bright, cheerful colors. I have no clue about the quality of them. But I have always had a bee in my bonnet about the Pioneer Woman because she started out as a blogger too. She probably still is one. And I never thought her blog was that impressive. Lots of pictures of her husband and kids and their dogs and their cows. They ranch. She is a good photographer and for whatever reason, people love her. So of course I hate her guts (not really) because I am jealous as hell, having made not one dollar off my blog in its entire existence. I have made some beautiful friends though, which, as we all know, is better than money but that bitch probably has both money and friends and a cooking show on TV to boot. 
I have no idea if that show is still on. 

So I did not especially want to add to her coffers but I liked the drawer liner. And today I went to Walmart. I was already in a fairly wrecked mood because this morning I'd had to make an appointment to get my blood drawn for my annual which is coming up two weeks from tomorrow. I do not mind getting blood drawn but I hate them analyzing it to discover all of my secret blood messages. I mean- what could be more private?
Okay. That's just me. 
The deal is, I went to Walmart. The entire time I was there I was texting with a friend who KNOWS about both Walmart and the Pioneer Woman and a thing or two about drawer liners too, I would imagine. Here are some of the pictures I sent her.

As you can see, I entered through the exit. Good start! 

I roamed around the housewares portion of the store for awhile and there was no one available to ask questions of like, "Where the fuck are the drawer liners?" and I was starting to get all hotflashy and shit so I went back to that guy standing there by the door because he was the only employee I could definitely ID and by golly, he directed me right to the place with his phone app. 

While I was searching fruitlessly, I did come across this:

Excellent selection of saint candles. Better in fact, than the ones I've seen in the grocery stores in Mexico. I was tempted to buy one but did not. 

I found the shelf liner area.

Every bit of it as boring and generic as a display of store-brand aspirin except for the Pioneer Lady's stuff. So, into the cart I tossed a few rolls. 

Thanks, Ree Drummond! 
It'll do.

At that point I was beginning to fray but I pushed my luck by going to the nursery portion of the store where I picked up a cheap mum in a pot and a container of fish fertilizer. Not fertilizer for fishes, you understand, but fertilizer for plants made of fishes. Or, something fish-related. 

And then because I am a complete masochist, I decided to see if there were any more of those cute cheap dresses I liked but no, there were not, and suddenly I realized that I HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE NOW! and I did self-check-out and almost died in the heat on the way to the car but I got away safe. SAFE! 
But I don't think I could have done it without my friend texting me back. I thanked her for holding my hand during the experience. 

On to Costco. Why is Costco so much less anxiety-producing than places like Walmart? I can handle Costco fine. Perhaps it's because they're not pushing a bunch of crap at you. There are just lots of things you can buy if you want to and if you don't want to, you don't have to, and people seem friendly and the employees are all at least somewhat familiar and there are those nice people set up to give you samples of fruit roll-ups or beef sticks or gluten-free pizza or whatever, should you chose to try some but they don't push them on you, they just offer them kindly. 

Plus I was only there for about ten minutes. 

And then on to Publix because that is the rule. 

The Holy Halls of Publix, Where Shopping Is A Pleasure™. 

While I was there, I saw a most darling little girl sitting like a Tsarina tucked into ermine blankets in a golden troika. In her case, she was actually tucked into a princess pink soft grocery cart child-seat cover. She was wearing gold earrings and gold bracelets and I had to smile and flirt with her and tell her mama that she was precious and I said, "I bet you don't love her too much, do you?" and the mama said, "Yes, I do!" and we talked about how this little one was her first baby and how much she adored her and of course I teared up and the little darling gave me smiles and I loved her. 

God, I'm a fool for babies. 

And after all of that, I came home and when I got to the intersection by my house I took a left instead of a right so that I could get this picture which I'd spied when I took the trash this morning. 

I am sure this is connected to My Gypsy Soul Boutique which appears to still very much be the MGS Boutique and there was no sign of any farmer's market except for that...sign.

I gotta say that it would thrill me if there were a thriving farmer's market there. I will report in on further progress.

I've made a gumbo which is simmering on the stove and having written all of this I can understand why I am so tired. 

Just reading this must be exhausting or, at the very least, suitable for inducing sleep. 

Love...Ms. Moon