And then I saw this in my "local" WPB Urban Outfitters:
Talk about rubbing salt in the wound. Which explains the truly terrifying face I was making...sorry loves. (I think Visine will heal most minor eye irritations caused by looking at my ridiculous mug.)
But my recent trip to DC helped apply a slave to the gaping Trader Joe's abyss in my life.
I was traveling very light, with just a carry on, so I couldn't load up....but I have lots of ideas for next time, tehehe. (Yes, I had to take a picture with the Copious Condiments sign....you know my addiction runs deep!). Bec and I stocked up on delicious cheeses, dried fruit of all varieties and of course wine. Ahhh. Nothing like great deals with a side of cute, chatty check out boy. Life is good, my friends.
Love to all,
~the Trader Joe's girl at heart, Jess
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3 comments:
Alright, easy on the blog humor woman. I just about dropped my hotdog (yes I buy packs of hotdogs for myself) on my white couch on account of the "visene" comment. Don't forget your great grocery store advantage- a car!! You'd be surprised how un-ideal my grocery situation really is! xo
You know I have never been to a Trader Joe's. You have me curious.
I'm not good at picking out food for people but if you find something (non-perishable) that you love, I can always make you a TJ care package and ship it to you.
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