My husband, Trader Joe’s and I are doing really well, thank you for asking. (If you are a new reader, you can catch up on our romance here and here and here and under the Trader Joe’s category.)

I was a little angry at him, for a few weeks because of this:

I went through a lot of these buckets of bark. They are TOO delicious and my clothes were getting tight, which depressed me and I didn’t want TJ to see me like that. So now,  I’ve had to totally cut out sugar and white flour (that really helps me) and I’m starting to feel better, clothes fitting better… and less mad at my husband for making me eat that damn delicious chocolate bark everyday.

So, we went to TJ’s today, in fact and had a great visit! (and I bought food too) Most of our faves were there. Spenser has a dance/beat box/moon walk routine with Ronnie. Polly was telling us about how TJ’s has event days for their employees – they take their staff bowling or whatever and crew members from other stores cover the shifts. They also supply meals for their staff on paydays!!  I love my husband – he’s generous, fun, fair, organic and well priced!

Last week, when I was there, Spenser was doing his dancing with Ronnie and a crowd of older ladies gathered by the sample stand to watch him. An old lady with long white hair turned to me and asked, “Is this your son?” I do have the same red hair as him. And I was filming him… so it was a good guess.

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you have other children?” she asked.

“No, just him,” I said.

“He’s adorable!” She said in a raspy voice. “You know you’ll ruin him if you make him a big brother.”

Why do people say shit like that? I could have been pregnant for all she knew. Because she was so witchy, I entertained the thought of her being a Shakespearean oracle; with warnings and tidings. But as a pragmatist, who doesn’t have much of a spiritual side, I was annoyed that she would push her own family agenda on me.

OH!

Great news! I found the name tag! It was between my seat and the console… and I had looked there but when I had my smog check, the guy moved my seat all the way back and I saw it!   Tangent:I watched that show Shark Tank once and I was totally sucked in and two guys were pitching a $20 piece of neoprene that catches anything that’s dropped in that seat/console vortex. It’s called the Drop Stop and I’m now thinking of buying it.