Chuck called

He said he would be happy to come get me and we arranged a pickup time. 

He arrived a little early (he does, but I'm ready early, too) and I went out.  "I have a question" I asked him, as I got into his SUV. 

"What is it?" he replied.  I could see him bracing himself a little. 

"Can I buy [your dog] some treats?  Will you let me do that?"  He thought about it for a minute and said yes, he would. 

We went to the store.  Sometimes he waits, sometimes he comes around with me.  Today he shopped with me.  We talked about shampoo and I selected some handsoap, which I later discovered was leaking.  They didn't have my conditioner. 

By the way, the Suave apple I used this morning worked very well.  My hair dried very nicely. 

He even came down the "female products aisle" with me.  I didn't mind.  I threw my products in the basket and mused why the box on the Ultra tampons is always crushed. 

I got everything on my list and then we went to the dog treat aisle.  A very long aisle.  It is interesting, cat treats maybe take up 8 feet of planogram (merchandise display shelving), dog stuff went at least 24 feet that I noticed. 

We took our time selecting the right treat for the dog, who is a medium coon mix.  I wanted to get a big box, but he said no.  I wanted to get the meaty flavors assortment, he said no.  He wanted the sausage roll treat, so that's what we got.  I wish they'd had a bigger bag, though. 

We got some labels for work (cheap, so I don't care if I pay for them) and we checked out.  It was a very long line, and when I got the register the cashier seemed to lack a little common sense.  Like, the cat food.  Why not count all the cans and then ring it as [can x quanitity]?  No, she rang one can after another.  No wonder the line was so slow. 

I gave Chuck the dog treats and he put them in with his personal.  I also gave him some gas money and asked if he minded if I made a deposit.  He said that was fine. 

I talked to the pharmacy earlier and they told me all my pills, together, on insurance run about $100 for 3 months.  Not bad.  It is bad when I think I am paying hundreds of dollars a month more than that for the coverage, though. 

So, I did some math.  $50 for my doctor (he prefers cash patients and he is definitely worth it), $100 for my medication.  I calculated how much I could put in my account and still leave money for discretionary spending during the pay period.  They had a short line.  No one had any money at the end of the month so no real banking business.  Two of them were standing around and talking. 

I was subtle.  I took my deposit out, holding my deposit slip, and counted it in front of them.  Suddenly they could help!  [giggle]  We are programmed to react to the sight of money. 

We loaded the SUV and headed home.  #7 is having some sort of soccer watch party today.  They keep yelling "goal!" the way they do, Ron and I find that so annoying.  I had my remote (it was raining) so he backed into the driveway and I opened the garage door.  Then we put my stuff in the garage and he left. 

Hopefully the dog is eating a treat right about now.  I love pretty much all animals and it is fun to know I helped spoil the dog today.  I'm not saying the dog's name because he may be a security question or password.  I don't do that with mine, but you never know. 

Once I got everything set up Ron paid me for the stuff I got him (bath wipes, motion sickness pills, etc.).  I ate a snack and took some Oregano Oil, since I was out in public. 

I plan to take a nap with Biscuit.  Ron will have to plug in his headphones but he is pretty good about not disturbing me during a nap. 

I will deal with the housework and laundry tomorrow.  I don't want to deal with it today.