Yesterday we went to Walmart (I know,it's a siren song) to pick up a few things: a long handled broom to sweep away this impossibly fine chalk-like sand,batteries,a bottle of red wine for dinner, and a couple of hand towels. The towels were needed to avoid using the airdryers in the bathroom. These things are beyond TURBO. They blow the extra skin on the back of your hands all the way up to your armpits. But it is the sound that is truly offensive. You need airport runway caliber ear protection.
Anyway,when we returned, Mark was perusing the receipt, and suddenly exclaimed "Hey,we got charged 10 bucks for a cupcake cabinet! Did you buy a cupcake cabinet??"
(I must explain here that our daughter Alex owns and is storing just such an item in our basement.)
But no,no Mark, I did not buy a cupcake cabinet. And THAT,Mr NCCN,is comedy.
By the way, despite its availability at Walmart,the Cupcake Vineyards Cabernet is emminitelyswillable.
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