To Market to Market

Thursday is market day for me. Last spring we bought a share in a local organic farm, Hendy Hollow CSA. Every week I go down to the public market and pick out our weekly share of veggies. Due to the herds of deer and the fencing required my own garden is too small to grow enough veggies and I like to support the local farmers. I like the chatting and the friendliness of this way of shopping. If I could buy all my stuff from small local vendors....well, I can't imagine buying the kid's Cheetos from a small village stand. Anyway I like the market. And all of my favorite vendors happen to be tall blue eyed farmers. I like buying my groceries from tall blue eyed men just like men like buying their beer from nearly naked blond women. Same Same. Sexist? I don't know but it does beat grumpy fat women behind the counter at the local grocery.

After the market it was off to the grocery store for Cheetos of course! Then Target for Inga's favorite noodle bowls. Sam's was next for water. We have a well and the water smells and tastes funny. Another grocery store in hopes of finding our favorite yakisoba noddles. Sadly, I can't find yakisoba noddles anywhere. Best Buy, where I wished for tall blue eyed men who would actually be helpful. I went home and unloaded all that food. Ten minutes later it was off to pick up Inga from school to take her to get her allergy shots. After shots it was voice lessons. Stopped by the Verizon store because Inga broke her third cell phone in a year. Good thing she had money in the bank. Home to fix dinner. Erik was nearly in tears over a bad day at school. After dinner Sarah Palin started to ruin my evening but I took two asprin. And now here I am. Another day gone and guess what... Inga is still living in the guest room because her room is still not clean!