After I dropped off my kids this morning, I checked on my friends house and fed her cat.  After that I ran through the list of things I wanted to do before noon today.  Get cat food and cereal, make two phone calls, work on a writing assignment and exercise – check, check, check.  So I stopped at the store  on my way home and did my nomral route in the store –  produce aisle to cereal ailse,  meat department, then circle round for milk, eggs and butter  …
But today they moved the butter.
Dear Shoprite – today you moved the butter.  When you do that, you force people like me to find a person to help them find the butter.  This morning that inquiry lead me into an aisle that I rarely visit.  I  have worked hard over the years to ingore the cookies, to pass by the Milanos and Oreos without a glance because they are delicious and irresistible to a girl like me.  My kids ask for them but I never go down aisle 14.  But today you moved the butter.Â
So I came home today with a bag of Milano and no cat food.
Sorry kitty. Â I Â hope you like cookies.Â
