We’re having another Global Warming snowstorm today, with dreadful forecasts that have closed schools, doctors’ offices, and businesses well in advance. But I ran out of dry cat food so I had to get to the supermarket as soon as I got dressed this morning.
But I missed both the dhow and the felucca, owing to my palanquin being out of service, and so had to settle for standing room on the caique. (What’s he doing? He’s using funny words because he’s feeling puckish. I mean, how often do you get to use those words all in the same sentence?)
And of course my wife looks at the cat food I bought and says it’s got the wrong ingredients. Betcha anything the whole supermarket didn’t have a single bag of cat food with the right ingredients.
Anyway, I’m back, so let’s get started…
“And of course my wife looks at the cat food I bought and says it’s got the wrong ingredients.”
What can you expect from cat food delivered on a caique? 🙂
Sounds like a lot of the days I have been having lately. grrrr
What do you mean you’re back? Get back to the store and get the correct cat food 🙂
I very much doubt they have it!