my morning, my new friend and the grocery store...

As is with all of us, we have friends and as all of us do, some we just like better or at least in a different light than others, but still they be friends. I am thankful for my friends, don't get me wrong, but I don't like one that tries to force themselves on me. Lately I have this shadow like friend that appears whether the sun is shining or in the midst of night. Since she has become a regular I figured I just as well name her cause lots of my friends have nicknames that I gavem. I call this a friend only because we spend so much time together.
And because of her I feel I am justified in saying that she is becoming the most annoying friend who has by now just flat out worn her welcome out. I no longer want her in my house or on or near me no more. Her name as of today is officially Angie. I named her that, short for Angina.

Now I like to sleep a little in -in the mornings, well like til maybe 8 a.m. Well about 7:10 Angie shows up and I tried ignoring her and she wouldn't leave, so me and Angie hit the floor and headed for the coffee pot.
I was mad, I was determined I was not gonna give her the fix she seems to like. I won that time. BUT at about 8 a.m. Angie struck with a vengence and I gladly and hurriedly gave her the little nitroglycerin and I was so thankful that she liked it and went away. Now an angina attack leaves you weak as water and I forget which it is that I ain't gettin enuf of, either blood or oxygen, but have forgotten. At any rate, with little pill under tongue and me reclining in recliner and praying, my pain eased off. After the headache eased off that the little pills give ya, I thought I gotta go on to the grocery store today!

Since Anita had gotten me up so early, I thought I would go early; first cause they won't be many folks there that early and I would be amongst friends and benches should Angie appear. So after dressing I strut my proud getting much smaller posterior( woooohoooo) to the SUV and head out.

As I go in I see Erica, the head cashier and speak and then she pages Shawn, the worthless bagboy that he is and I head towards the onions as I run flat out and then proceeded on my merry way for my gotta have now in my life, Hot Pocket's Pepperoni pizzas. On my way I met Shawn , the worthless bagboy that he is just a gettin it and since he knows me from my "every chance I get" times of telling him to please quit smoking while he is young and the consequences of smoking and your health. He is really a precious, sweet, always grinning little feller. He was just a grinnin and I told him, "She is mad, really mad" and I headed on down to the aisle to my Hot Pockets.

Of course I made it a quickie today hoping to outrun Angie and not hafta make no scene in the grocery store of all places. I grabbed here and there and finished fast and headed for the always only one lane open cept for the Express lane. With luck still on my side, there is that precious Erica running the register. She rings me up, bags me up and I puttem in the buggy as that worthless bag boy is no where in sight. I told Erica I thought Shawn was a dodging me and she assured me not, that most likely he was a smoking and he didn't like working up front no how. I did grab an empty buggy that some dumb dumb left parked right in the middle of me getting out. With my buggy in tow and dumb dumb's buggy I parked where it shoulda been parked by a prior dumb dumb grocery shopper. I push to my SUV in the handicapped spot that I now call mine at that store, unloaded the bags, got in the car, turned on my gospel cd and my a/c and just sat there for a bit til I got my wits and head back home.

I was greeted as usual by Roxy acting like I had been gone forever. I just know dogs can't know time as we do. After unloading again, I was pretty much whupped to say the least.

I got lots I wanna do today, like make some potato salad that I didn't have no onions to put in, but now I do. So I will depart with you good folks, but I do remember that I have friends in this little box too...

God Bless!