Trader Joes is calling me

I am in a remarkably good mood today. I know part of it is because the sun is shining, the windows are open with a nice little breeze blowing through the house. Not only does it feel at least sort of summery, it also does a great job of saving on the Peco bill, win/win. Though if I was at the shore, I don't know if I would be all that thrilled with the coolness and the breeze.

We here in Chez Duck are quite dull. Yesterday was spent catching up on some TiVo, sorting through old mail and banking statements and the like and lots of shredding. I don't necessarily hate the paper shredder, I just sort of hate the way Mrs Duck is determined to shred everything. Ads, the little inserts in banking statements. Some envelopes. It began to grate on my nerves, like the continued drip drip drip on my forehead. But, it is for the best and again, at least for now, we are organized.

I want to get out and enjoy some of the afternoon, so what does that call for? A trip to Trader Joe's and Giant. See, I told you we are just exciting wild and crazy people. Apparently Mrs Duck is not that opposed since she is searching for certain Popsicles that are only available at the Joe. I'm continuing my quest for fried shallots for a recipe.

I am still reading The Greatest Story Ever Sold by Frank Rich. I know why it is taking me so long. Its very interesting, but it just pisses me off so much.

Its the start of the summer holiday weekend, and if you are landlocked and not hitting the sand like me, pop over to the Point Pleasant Beach cam and get some beach love.