Christmas is over.
The New Year starts this weekend.
I’m at the in-laws and have been designated as the errand boy.

I’ve managed to successfully avoid grocery duty until this evening. Even still I bungled the list and forget God’s perfect food: ice cream.

Needless to say I am almost persona non grata with Jenn. Almost.

While in the Kroger tonight something did warm the cockles of my cold heart; the following conversation:

Woman over loudspeaker: Mr. Evans, please come to the front. Mr. Evans, please come to the front.

Mr. Evans (I assume), also over loudspeaker: No

Funny stuff. Of course it was just past 11pm at a 24 hour grocery 2 days post Christmas. What did you expect? Mamet?