I went shopping for the groceries on Sunday (that's after cooking the brunch and prior to cooking the dinner). Yes, it was Mother's Day, but I usually do the grocery shopping anyway. Part of the divvying up of work about the house. Something I don't mind doing...anyway...I was walking out of the store with my cart laden with schtuff. The sun was shining, I was wearing my shades, the wind blew gently through my newly coiffed, steel grey hair (OK, I made up all that stuff). Anyway, the 10lb bag of potatoes had to go on the bottom rack. Somehow, between the check out and the van, the bag slipped between the rack and the front bar of the cart and dragged all the way through the parking lot. Poor potatoes with a bad case of gravel rash.
Would it have killed someone to tell me about it? Let the