The week before Christmas, Randy, Roxy and I decided to take a day and drive to Springfield, Missouri. Springfield is about a 2-1/2 hour drive from us. North, obviously. The main reason for the trip was to hit Sam's Club to replenish our inventory of paper towels and TP, to refill the freezer and get all the other things that we couldn't live without and feel the need to purchase in bulk.
The trip started off with a wardrobe change for me. More often than not, Randy and I end up wearing the same same thing when we venture out in public. That's not to say that Randy wears my clothes. No, we end up wearing our own clothes, but with the same color jeans and top.
Once upon a time, Randy was given a very nice Levi jean shirt. Randy doesn't really care for heavy clothing and told me, so I thought, that I could have it.
Every single time I had it on, Randy would say "That's mine."
And every single time I would reply "You gave it to me."
"No, I didn't."
I would put it back in his closet. The cycle would then start all over again. Finally, I grabbed him by the collar and told him the shirt is mine and whatcha goin' to do about it?
I am not sure how I ended up owning the Levi jean shirt, but I did. And I still have it all these years later.
After changing my clothes and grabbing a cup of coffee for the road, we headed out. For some strange reason, Google maps took us on a scenic route to Springfield. A winding, pretty road through farm country with us having the unfortunate luck to get behind the slowest truck in the world. The trip actually took so long that we were concerned that Sam's Club would be closed by the time we got there.
Once we got on I-65 just above Branson, there was an entire world opened up to us that we hadn't seen since August. Now, Springfield does not have the populous that we are used to from Washington or the Dallas area. However, this huge new world meant ...
Strip malls and chain stores ...
Sam's Club was not busy, at least by what Randy and I know to be busy. Oh, but I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed from the bright lights, the PA system, all the stuff and the people. I doubted our sanity in embarking on this adventure. Way too much noise and commotion for this country mouse.
Once I visited the ladies powder room and took ten deep breaths, (not in that particular order) I was ready to shop.
At this Sam's Club, one can purchase hard liquor to go with their large barrel of cheese balls. While I find the liquor laws our country interesting, I also wonder about the people that purchase large quantities of cheese balls.
Of course, one could then wonder about why I buy oatmeal nine pounds at a time.
Here is today's Oatmeal Funny:
A Counsel On Oats...
A tough, old cowboy once counseled his grandson that if he wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a pinch of gunpowder on his oatmeal every morning.
The grandson did this religiously and lived to the age of 110.
He left four children, 20 grandchildren, 30 great grandchildren, 10 great great grandchildren and a 50 foot hole where the crematorium used to be.
We made it home in one piece late in the afternoon. Temperatures were close to 70 deg that day. After unloading the car, it was pleasant enough to sit on the deck and listen to Arnie the Armadillo rustle around for dinner in the woods below us.
Have the BEST day ever!