Yes, we were in Costco. Banjo Man wanted to have the famous hot dogs for lunch, which we did. It was pretty busy on a Sunday afternoon, but not insanely crowded the way it was before Memorial Day. We had a great time, despite my reservations about my husband’s patience.
But he had a ball. I actually took a picture of the back of the car as he was loading up our purchases, but it no longer exists in my phone. Sigh. Trust me, it was an impressive sight.
It was fun to shop knowing that for the next month we will have plenty of people to eat everything we bought.
Will texted that he was delayed in Denver due to a storm, so off we went to Kohl’s due to a 30% off coupon and Banjo Man’s constant need for new clothes. He has worn his old clothes to death and lately I have been refusing to leave the house with him due to poor wardrobe choices.
These sandals are for Will. I texted him the picture and he picked the brown ones.
Five shirts, one pair of slacks and one pair of sandals later, we were back in the car with lots of time to kill.
“Let’s park over to the side and take naps,” Banjo Man suggested.
“And look like we’ve made a suicide pact? No way,” was my response. So we broke into a container of Costco cherry danish pastries and shared one.
On to the Spokane Valley Mall and Macy’s, where I hope to find comfy shoes. My feet were killing me, but what else is new? Macy’s didn’t have my Easy Spirit clogs, so I staggered to a nearby shoe store and had no luck there, either.
On to the airport, which was what we had been waiting for. The plane was only a little over an hour late, so we collected Will and his suitcase and headed back to the lake (with one quick stop for sandwiches and Jimmy John’s).
Arrived home a little after 9 pm, oh my goodness. We managed to get the freezer/refrigerated stuff into the house and left all the other things to be unloaded today.
Pot roast, hamburger, beans, croissants, olives, salad dressing, coffee, pesto sauce….it goes on and on.
The Funny Grandson arrives tomorrow afternoon. I hope he’s hungry!
is there any more pie? 
Costcos cherry Danish pastries always come home with Ken. I promise myself to e
Glen, I sympathize with your having worn out but favorite clothes. Mine suggest I could be out on a corner with a hand-made carboard sign that says “Anything helps.”