On the up side, they had a frozen pie I like and a tin of toffee I like - both of which are holiday items and the store across from the gym has been out of them since early January. So. Score.
On the way home, I remembered to look at my odometer. 19933 miles. I'm waiting on the big 20 oh oh oh. If I don't go anywhere special, we're looking at next Monday or Tuesday. The car is 6.5 years old.
I got the car gassed up, too. I had not focused on how high the price of gas had gotten... again. It's not that big a deal for me because I rarely buy more than 5 or 6 gallons a month. But I was surprised.
Guess I'll get up now and go make some blue cheese dressing.
