Don’t get me wrong. I love my co-op.
Tuesday evening, though, I zipped over radiating good intentions of the ten-items-or-less variety. Most pressing items were milk, lemons and sugar. The first was for the small gal’s bedtime routine. The second two items, obviously, obviously for jam making. Because it was Tuesday and I had a box of seconds-peaches ready to roll.
What? No big sacs of sugar? Duh—it’s the co-op, and clearly I’m not the only obsessive jamming customer.
