Red Hot Mutha'

V and I went to Wegman's on my day off Tuesday. I don't usually get excited about grocery stores, but this was like Disney World! (Okay, I lied. My highlight to my trip to England several years ago was to a grocery store. They don't have peanut butter, only Nutella!) Crowded was an understatement, so if you haven't take your anti-anxiety drugs you should stay out. I heard somebody say (seriously) as he walked by cases upon cases of prepared meals, sushi and 300 different kinds of muffins that there "Wasn't anything to eat here for lunch", and prepared to walk out with his group in a huff. Didn't take his meds, I bet. Or, he didn't see the sit-down restauraunt upstairs. I had some kind of caramel latte at the coffee bar that could rival any Starbucks (and was about a buck seventy-five cheaper) and the barista affixed a cup holder to my cart to hold it. I got upsold on pork, but the butcher freezer wrapped it for me so I ended up saving money in the long run, I guess. I had to put blinders on as I went through the aisle that held the natural handmade organic soaps and body product, as I have enough patchouli sandwood vetiver stuff to open a Bath and Body works...but SOMEONE said recently that, and I quote, "Everyone needs a vice", so I'll keep that in mind next time I go. Soap is a good vice. It's clean. Vincent had a good time; he loves it whenever someone calls him beautiful and we laugh when he gets mistaken for a girl. Maybe a trend is being started, I don't know. But he is the most goddamned beautiful thing on this planet, and I've seen a lot of shit here.