Malibu Passionfruit Rum, Diet Coke, large cup reading Vampire Romance. Today’s breakfast was pan-fried chorizo with scrambled eggs topped with Salsa Verde. Would’ve been better with tortilla strips crumbled on top underneath a mound of fresh avocado and a dollop of sour cream. It was an awesome breakfast but a little less awesome when you consider the only reason I made it was because we were out of milk. We’ve been on a Fruity Pebbles kick lately. Also: Peanut Butter Pop-Tarts.

To remedy the situation your humble narrator made a trip to Kroger – Diet Coke cases for family weekend, soda thirsts and of course, rum – milk – peanut butter pop-tarts and an extra box of Fruity Pebbles. Alone at the grocery is always an interesting experience. Old man in sweats studying the beer selection but not buying anything. Mexican woman holding crying baby while barely-walking toddler carries a grocery bag behind her, wondering aimlessly through the parking lot. Woman talking on her phone in her car beside me. It’s dark out. I took a lady’s grocery cart from her because she was going to leave it in the middle of the lobby anyway.

Fruity Pebbles and Pop-Tarts first and I run into Erin’s boss. “She’s got you shopping, eh?” she says which is funny because I’ve been doing the shopping lately anyway but I played along into the gender-role assumption and said I do what she tells me to do. After the brief interaction I thought about what she must’ve thought about Erin and us when she saw the Fruity Pebbles in my cart. Childish? Lazy?

Whatever – everyone loves Fruity Pebbles.

While checking out an older guy in front of me was raising hell – albeit politely – about the cost of the cantaloupe he was attempting to purchase. I didn’t catch the cost but more than once he remarked “That’s an awfully expensive cantaloupe” which, for some reason, made me laugh heartily on the inside. How much could this cantaloupe possibly be and did he even attempt to notice a price when he picked it up – it was the only item he was trying to purchase, after all…

He asked if it was alright if he refused to purchase it and offered to take it back, himself, which he did despite the cashier’s insistance that he not do so. The cashier was cute so I made a joke about it which she politely laughed about but I could tell she was happy to get me out of her line. Shame.

She probably thought less of me for purchasing Fruity Pebbles. Either that or she saw me quietly decide that $4.95 was awfully expensive for a half-gallon of eggnog (with today as an expiration date) and put it back myself. Busted.

I can’t wait for holiday eggnog.

And rum.

This is post 4 of my very first time participating in NaBloPoMo, a “Blog a Day” project for the month of November. I’ve posted this on day 5 because I was lazy last night and didn’t write a post. I hope the NaBloPoMo police do not come after me.

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