Last night I dreamed about the grocery fairy. You place your list under your pillow with a check and the food magically appears in the fridge and pantry. Then your shocked at how little it costs because her coupons weren't expired, everything on your list is on sale, and she has planned a menu from the list. This may be the topic of my first fiction novel. Unfortunately I woke up and had to get groceries, a prescription, and a fifth fabric for my chicken quilt.
At Joann's Dick managed to find iron on Fleur Du Les. He has in the past purchased window cling, wooden, jeweled, rub on tattoos, stickers, fabric, and chrome Fleur Du Les. It's a Saints addiction and there is no cure. My husband also loves the grocery store. He looks at everything, buys odd condiments, and is especially enamored with the meat case. This excursion ended with him buying a hat from a man outside the store to support the local veteran 's home. Now he is in a meeting with his pillow.