I've had this song stuck in my head since hearing it on Nina Blackwood's New Wave Nation this morning. How apropos. Since my grocery store recently remodeled, I'm having a hard time finding things. What really confuses me is that they put the milk and the juices at opposite ends of the store. Often I run in just for milk and orange juice for Eric. Of course, though, I get distracted and end up forgetting to get one or the other.
We've been out of plastic storage bags for weeks now. I keep meaning to pick some up. If only I could located them in the supermarket.