Eek!

Must. Brave. Grocery store.

Great, I'm typing like William Shatner.  This is bad.  I should take my teddy bear to Whole Foods with me.

Aaaiiiiiiii Carumba!

Survived Whole Foods - barely.  Wow!  I shouldn't go to the grocery store on the Wednesday before Turkey Day in any event, but certainly not when I'm already somewhat grumpy.  Excuse me Mr. Man with the enormo-stroller  on the cell phone in the teeny store, following your partner who has the cart and is actually doing the shopping?  Yes, you.  You're blocking the entire aisle and five people would really like to get past you.  They're waiting politely, I'm considering the head-explodey route, mmkay?  Teeny store+crowds+not really doing anything = carry the very small baby or hang out outside.  Or maybe pay attention to where you're pointing that thing.  When did strollers get so big??  Etc.  Grumpy.

But yes.  There is wine and Framboise, an apple pie, herbed goat cheese (to be warmed and whipped tomorrow) and garlic parmesan spread camped out in the fridge.  Well, the pie and the wine are not in the fridge, that be blasphemous.  Now, to bake or not to bake? 

Anyone want me to bring coffee?

Still grumpy and kind of headachy.  grumblegrumble.  Tomorrow will be good :)