Mrs. Edge and I do the grocery shopping together because it gives us a chance to spend time together. So, we’re walking up and down the aisles of the newly-remodeled grocery store, because I like to do that. I mean, we have a list and all, but sometimes it’s interesting to look at other things in the shelves because it could spark ideas for a meal in the future.
So anyway, we’re out shopping for Thanksgiving, that US holiday where we continue the tradition of the Pilgrims (the groups of religious fanatics who were tossed out of England for being fundamentalist killjoys) by setting out a table of food and spending time in the giving of thanks for managing to get through another year, and we’re, as I said, walking up and down the aisles. She was complaining, because she just likes to get in, buy what’s on the list, and then get out.
And then I spotted it.
We finished our shopping, giggling like a couple of schoolkids.
We hope that everyone in the US had as happy a Thanksgiving Day as we did.