The Costco fiasco.

We blew it this morning. We went to Costco for five things and didn’t get ANY of them (see my previous post). The barbecue sauce and Ziploc bags completely slipped our minds, we decided to skip the lox, stuffed mushrooms aren’t in season (seriously) and they don’t carry Efferdent. In all other respects, however, our shopping excursion was a huge success. We came home with a jumbo jar of salsa, fresh-made tortellini salad, oven-roasted turkey breast, “loaded” potato salad (it’s as good as it sounds), pre-cooked bacon, a pound of tail-on shrimp with cocktail sauce, a quart of fresh raspberries, chicken tamales, the world’s largest bag of salted peanuts in the shell, Jimmy Dean turkey sausage, “heirloom” lettuce, tomatoes on the vine and patio chairs.

I made myself a BLT for dinner and Sam is still grazing through just about everything else. The patio chairs are off limits.

It’s almost 9 p.m. and time to unwind in the family room with a tacky Saturday night movie. I’ve got a  pretty bad Tarzan film that I recorded a few days ago starring Johnny Weissmuller, Maureen O’Sullivan and Boy. Entertainment definitely doesn’t get much tackier than THAT.

We’re expecting a full day of thunderstorms tomorrow so I’ll let y’all know if we wind up in Oz. As always, thank you for reading this.