Saturday was a lot of shopping.
First off
(e:paul) and I went to the farmers market. It was good as usual, except for one farm. I need to confirm which one it is next week before I publish the name - but when we got up to get our fruit, the trashy lady was swearing and complaining about something being "fucking sent her way" and gave us a knowing look - I ignored it not knowing what she was talking about. When we finished our transaction and walked away, I saw the only other people at that stand was a family speaking Arabic. I can't believe how ridiculously racist that was and she looked to us for some sort of confirmation. I'm making sure to never buy anything from that stand again.
This put me in a bad mood. Then we had to go to Cheektowaga Target to look for a container to ship Basra and I went nuts. Sorry I was so miserable Paul - I shouldn't take the culture hate all out on you.
Here is childrens' olive oil they have - how could it really taste that different?

A gold spray painted geode

And royal tabloid news for
(e:mike)
It turns out Target didn't have a box big enough for the beast so we went to the nearby pet store. This is some shopping I am okay with, because we got to see:
Meerschweinchen!

and birds
and Paul looked at orthapedic dog beds (they were really comfy)

It almost felt like cheating but I even looked at a Russian tortoise. He only gets to 8 inches, and lives 50 years. He also hibernates.