Crazy Busy morning...

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I was sitting here typing my good morning post, and Mom came in and asked when I would be ready, as she was waiting for me to go grocery shopping. (Me: "Oh, yeah, duh--it's Friday") So, we went. I successfully got every thing on the list except for one thing, which I asked three people about and two went to look for them for me (a can of tamales which Mom uses in one of her casseroles) and no one could find them. So, took everything back to the car, and apologized to Mom for not getting everything and told her why. She said that she thought she had a can at home, and that she remembered them being "Up high" on the shelf. Since I'm taller than her, "up high" may not have been that high, but next time I'll try looking on the top shelf of the aisle I thought they should have been on. When we got home, I took Angel for a later morning walk, and then Mom had asked me to pull weeds out front, as we were starting to get a few tall ones in the area where we have the orange tree, so I did that. Pulled weeds by the orange tree and out in the front planter box, and so the 12-gallon Rubbermaid can was nearly full. Dumped that in the green can, put the Rubbermaid can back, then went back in through the side garage door, as I'd come out that way for a reason I can't remember. Now it is nearly lunch time. Woo--so that's what happens when you manage to get a good night's sleep...