a quest for coconut flakes

For several weeks my wife had been plannin' to attend a church function, but our weekly shoppin' trip was interferin'.

Since both activities were scheduled for the same day, I thought I'd help her out and even saw my good deed as layin' a little ground work for an extended fishin' trip. 

Off to the the grocery store I went, armed with her list of necessities, thinkin' all the time,...'this shoppin' thing can't be that hard.' 

Little did I know I was about to find myself walkin' through the "valley of the shadow of death".

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goin' outside with a growl

My wife and I don't have children in the home anymore, just a dog. A seventy pound English Bulldog, affectionately named BAMA, who eats more groceries than all of our kids and grand kids put together. A critter definitely spoiled by my better half. He slobbers, sheds, snores, barks relentlessly at our neighbors and runs through our tiny house like a Mississippi wild hog on steroids. Worst, of all his traits, is the ability to emit the foulest of odors, when least expected, and usually in the company of others. Often the victims are first time guests; often the crime is committed in confined quarters. Being accustomed to BAMA's unique timing for such a dirty trick, as well as our developing a numbness to it's impact, we seldom notice his accomplishment anymore. However, when others are present,  Linda and I spend many agonizing moments trying to defend ourselves! Yep, he's nasty, but we love him.
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