Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

 Doing my little grocery shopping.  I notice the great music playing.  Often for me music can be too loud or a type that makes me nervous when I shop.  This store always has great tunes and at a good volume for us 55 and ups.  I'm eager to get our healthy nosh.  The first song I hear is "I am a rock" by Simon and Garfunkel.  This kind of pumps me up for some good choices I will make and no, not just kale.  Boom!  Droppin' the romaine into the cart.  Bam!  There's a canteloupe...gently placed on my TJ tote bag.  Woo hoo.  I'm nailing this shopping thing., 

Brandy, you're a fine girl...by Looking Glass is playing.  One has to sing that out loud...his love was the ocean...so I must go get some salmon or some fish sticks (hah).  There's a port on a western bay...

You're a fine girl...wooo hoo.  Still doing well on my food choices.

As I start looking at the ice cream, the song Don't Fear the Reaper comes on.  I quickly cross the aisle to look at the zero calorie ice drinks.  That was close.

I scoot along and head over the cheese section where I really shouldn't be allowed to go.   "Don't stop 'til you get enough" by the MJ starts playing.  I laugh and grab a parmesan triangle anyway...okay and some goat cheese.  I may have also grabbed some provolone, you know for a healthy sandwich.  Another thing is, that saying provalone is kind of fun.

The songs of the 70's are one of my favorites and holy moly...a song from Grease just popped on.  You're the one that I want.  I say Ooh OOH OOH and pass by the crackers and cookies.  Nope.  Not today.

What I need, set me free....woo hoo hoo.  Good job me.

I hear Scarborough Fair play next and I saunter over to get some spices...particularly rosemary.  

The shopping trip is a success even though they say not to shop when you're hungry.  I go past the frozen aisle of plant based burgers and some stuff I shouldn't even look at.  Like frozen burritos and such.  I make it to the checkout and think about why they make carts for taller folks and  reach down to get my goods.  My mostly great choices of nourishing food.   Fudge! (no I didn't get any of that).  I keep thinking of that blue package of frozen chimichangas.  Oh my...what in the world?  I've never even made one in my life, but the frozen ones seem to be...I walk 30 feet back to the freezer and Hello Darkness, my old friend...(Simon and G again) comes on over the music airways. I resist and walk back to my checkout section.  What a great song...ugh...I repeat walking motion toward this bright blue package.  It's like my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, that split the night...and then...

the sound of.... (me putting it on the counter)

The vision that was planted in my brain, still remains.  I will have a frozen chimichanga later.  

I rationalize that I won't over do it.  Just a frozen one now and then and no cheese.  What a fool believes.... :)