A Rendezvous with the Pig...

Before you think I am bringing forth the ire of Johnny Otis, I only bought two Sunkist sodas and a bottle of Penrose pickled sausages. It was a preapproved purchase. A man can't live on diet Coke and Marie Callendar's meals alone.

"Remember, we go grocery shopping Monday night," my father told me over his cell phone. "So don't buy too much!"

I guess my father felt a little pity for me after what happened yesterday mental illness wise. I appreciated it and I told him so.

The Piggly Wiggly was also mired in a state of confusion and mismanagement which is very unlike them. The automated exit door was stuck open and cold air was just pouring out into this hot Southern afternoon. They also had only one register open and the clerk had this confused and overwhelmed look on her face. The store was busy with shoppers and they were lining up to check out. I quickly got my items before the line could get too long. I should have stayed and helped her bag groceries which I was adept at when I worked there, but hindsight is always 20/20 as they say.

Edward and Marie, Together Again...

Do you remember me buying that Edward's strawberry creme pie last week? It was actually pretty good despite seeming to sell very sparsly. The Marie's satin chocolate pie was creamy and superb as well.

A Pig's Vignette...

I called my father at lunchtime. I had barely got my pants and shirt on when it hit me. I wanted some pickled sausages from the Piggly Wiggly. Kroger doesn't carry them. I quickly tied my shoes.

"You don't really need to eat those," my father said disparagingly. "They've got to be bad for you -- all full of sodium and fat."

"And delicious vinegar," I added. "I just want to let you know there would be a debit on my debit card!"

I didn't give him a chance to say no. He told me to be sure to get a receipt.

I donned a jacket on this lukewarm day and headed out as Maggie cleared the way for me -- barking her fool head off that I was leaving. She ran outside through the dog door.

I noticed that all the tulip trees are blooming as I drove out of the neighborhood. We are having a Indian summer down South.

The Pig was deserted. I didn't see one other customer while I was in there which was very odd. They are always gangbusters busy. Also, they had moved the little jars of Penrose sausage and it took me a moment to find them. I found them above the 6-packs of Vienna sausages.

"This all for you honey?" the rough looking cashier asked.

"Yes ma'am that is all I needed," I replied.

The only other thing that happened was a black lady almost ran into my car as she was parking. I sighed with relief when she missed me by a couple of inches and I drove home.

The avian toilet: You know one more thing happened. Birds shit all over the hood of my car as I was shopping. I am not happy about it.

It Was Time for a Polar Pop...

As the time ticks towards my father's arrival, I found myself standing in line at the corner Circle K. Boy, was it busy tonight. Everybody in the Valley was buying gas, beer, cigarettes, and snacks this evening.

I had scraped up some change and a few dollars and was buying two 32oz polar pop drinks and three Big Mama hot pickled sausages. I hurried through this process as I was afraid I would miss dad's late evening arrival for the medication ritual.

Sometimes, I have a little trouble with moderation and promptly ate two sausages when I got home. I am an all or nothing kind of guy and it is my Achilles Heel. My mouth was on fire as a consequence. They are an acquired taste, but I love them. I was taunting the old heartburn monster that these kinds of foods can induce. Especially, the Sobe citrus drinks of which I got two without ice. One went in the fridge to be consumed when I take my medications. Those drinks are such a treat.

I had almost forgotten that my parents are eating out tonight with friends -- an older couple they've become acquainted with. It might be 10pm before my father arrives and I am not being pessimistic. I feel like I am in the army -- hurry up and wait. Miracles could happen tonight if they bring me a to-go meal.

An Extra Mouth to Feed...

I just called mom and told her to please ask my illustrious father to bring my sodas when he comes for the medication ritual.

"What are y'all doing?" I then asked my mother.

"I am reading a book while your father is cooking supper," mom replied. "We are having Bobby burgers again tonight."

Mom has called me several times today asking me if I am alright about what happened last night.

Dad then got on the phone.

"You hungry? Do you want a couple of Bobby burgers?" he asked.

"Most definitely yes, please!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"I'll be over around nine for the medication ritual and I'll bring you some burgers," dad replied.

I thanked him once again and we got off the phone.

Right now, I am seriously craving more of those Tijuana Mama hot pickled sausages. We may have to make a run to the Circle K around midnight.

image credit: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/patrick-and-gina-neely/spensers-sloppy-joes-recipe.html

Busy Souls Abound...

This little creature has been especially busy this afternoon and tonight.  Maggie has sat near the fence and barked for what seems like hours. I don't know what bug she's got up her butt but she is certainly busy.