So anyway, we're walking down the spice aisle at H.E.B. when Jen notices something. It's a small bottle of cinnamon and sugar mixed together, for some inordinate price of $3.29 or something like that. She picks it up, holds it in my face and says (with her loud Texas accent): "Seriously, HOW lazy is America?!?"
Maybe you had to be there, because it was all in the delivery. I promise, it was very funny -- and I don't think it had anything to do with the fact that it was 10:00 at night and we were using the grocery store for entertainment.
Fast forward to yesterday. My hubby and I are walking through Costco (at the perfectly acceptable hour of 4:00 p.m.). After placing a package of uncooked tortillas in my cart, I looked up and beheld something to finally add to Jen's "Lazy List" along with the pre-mixed cinnamon sugar:
Need I say more?
oh my gosh. i'm laughing hysterically and i have a thermometer in my mouth so it ain't easy!(don't get me started) that is just wrong. wrong, wrong, WRONG!!! you can't get up and light your damn candle? you got bigger problems than you know, america!
ReplyDeleteAre Jen and Liz sisters, and do they like Sesame Street's Grover, or something like that?
ReplyDeleteI have heard of the Spice Islands, but haven't heard them called the Spice Aisles. Spellcheck doesn't catch everything.
ReplyDeleteThe aisle where the spices are located...
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