Good things, bad things.

I went to the Hillsdale Farmer's Market today. This has become an easy, easy call. I may give the others another chance come late May or early June (not to mention the ones that haven't started yet), but Hillsdale had everything the others had and a whole lot more. I am so much happier with the variety and quality available there. I had to stop myself from buying more than we could reasonably use. I do still need to go into town to get a few things, but I knew that I would. (I am not going to find lactose-free milk at a farmer's market, nor was I looking for it there. *grins*) But I figured I'd put off the trip to town until I knew what else I needed, either where the farmer's market failed me, or where I wanted additional ingredients. It's now very much the latter category, which is good. I even managed to get itsy baby carrots for Scott, who had asked for some.

But I got home to find out we have a leak, probably from the shower in the master bath, at a guess. It's coming down through one of the heating vents into the living room. Sigh. We've called the home warranty folks, but they won't dispatch on a weekend unless the house is unlivable. Gee, thanks people. They'll have someone out here Monday. Fortunately Scott caught it and for now we'll avoid using that bathroom 'til they can look at it.

'Scuse me. I have these strawberries waiting for me....

Miscellaneous notes so that they will go away from my "to deal with" file.

I know where Waldo is! Okay, so I only had to drive past Southwest Waldo Way yesterday. Still, it amused me.

Why do people park SUV's in "compact" spaces? Seriously, your SUV is not compact. *sighs* My Corolla is pushing it in a compacy space, people.

Yesterday at Petsmart I saw, in the adoption center, a pair of cats listed as a bonded pair (attached to each other, must be adopted together). To which I can only say, they must be. They had a pretty big cage space, lots of places to sprawl, and despite it being warm in the store, and despite both of them being long haired (one white, one black, both quite fluffy), they were cuddled together in a fur-puddle. Not just partly touching but nestled tightly together.

One of the local radio morning show hosts referred to himself as a "harmless morning breakfast flake" the other day. I cracked up.

Speaking of cracking up, got the same reaction to this sign.

G'night.