But I have something else to say. On Monday night, she was executing a complicated purchase (::eyeroll::) of a Medicare supplemental insurance policy and stuff, and in the course of doing so, she extracted the little "deck of cards" of all sorts she keeps in her purse (drivers license, credit, debit, library, insurance etc. etc. etc.). Well, all the business was satisfactorily concluded and she was pleased.
The next day, Tuesday, she headed out after work* to go to PetSmart to buy things for ME. So she got foods and litter and a couple new toys and a nice new scratcher/beddy dealio, and she got in the checkout line and reached for her debit card--oops, not there! In fact, in the little pocket where she keeps everything, her whole little packet of plastic, there was NUFFING at all, not a single card of any sort. She had some cash, but not enough to get me all the very impawtant stuffs in her cart, so she had to put a bunch of stuff back and come home. She only had some cans and a bag of litter and ONE measly toy as an offering.
I believe she ought to have returned there yesterday, this time WITH her plastic moneys, and bought me all those things she had to leave behind Tuesday. If she *really* loved, me, she would have, right? Well, you would be wrong. She did *not* return there yesterday, but she did go back today and brought home this really great loungey-thing. It's delightful.