The worst part about being sober is knowing what is going on.

 I'm waiting on a delivery of some Oolong Tea.  I have had a very strong preference for this particular brew since I was a child and was introduced to it.

Diane, you are gone but you taught me years ago to appreciate good Chinese Cuisine and this Tea is a part of it.

Besides, getting a good price on a half kilo of Ti Guan Yin Iron Goddess of Mercy is well worth the wait.  $14.50 delivered for a 500g bag?  Yoink!

Don't you  just love the names they put on that stuff?  Sea Dyke Brand?  Iron Goddess of Mercy?

Since I am talking about shopping, I have to make a list!




 
I was just heading out to the shops when my wife asked if I could do one or two things.

"Sure," I said, "what do you need?"

"We're all out of canned soup, and I want a cauliflower to go with the roast tonight. Oh, and can you drop into Curry's and confirm the delivery time on the new refrigerator?"

"Yes, no problem. Anything else?"

"Oh, and I need a reel of elastic for the mending I was going to do. The supermarket stuff is good enough. And while you're there, I need eggs for baking -- oh, peas. I want peas as well as cauliflower. All OK?"

"Yes, sure."

"And," she added, "you're running low on those chlorophyll tablets for your bad breath. You'd better stop by the pharmacy."

"Right," I said, "so that's... Soup, a cauli, fridge, elastic, eggs, peas, halitosis."