with bags in tow i wheeled the red cart into trader joe's where in front of the floral display i stopped and stared ..... at the most beautiful bouquets of stock. perfectly pinky peach and aromatic. well of course they weaseled their way, with a little help from yours truly, into my heart and basket. then i conducted my weekly routine of gathering groceries etc etc etc, placing them in my basket in an organized fashion because i'm strange that way. once home the hubs lugged the bags inside while i greeted little miss tappy toes (also known as the precious pooch) and took her outside for potty time then a drink then inside to help me put away groceries. she doesn't touch anything, she simply gazes longingly in hopes i'll cave and give her all the yUms. and sometimes i give in and keep her busy for 5 seconds by giving her a treat or 3 fit for pooches. hm. that's what i usually do.