Minnie and Spotted Dick

Saturday's shopping excursion to Malbis, on the east side of Mobile Bay, proved fun and thorougly legal, despite speculations of jail time. Karen was great and didn't let a migraine stop her from adventure.

We shopped – well, mostly I shopped – and the stores were all having sales. A birthday party in the mall's common area included an appearance by Minnie Mouse, which I promptly got in on. She was on her way out and in a hurry, probably because her feet hurt from those

crazy red heels she was wearing. She was really working that red dress, but I still think I had it all over her.

I knocked over a plant in Pottery Barn with my purse,

pretty much the minute we got in there. We went on to World Market, scouring it for Pez and Spotted Dick. The Pez was sparse. We made up for that by trying to come up with the many ways I could ask for assistance finding the other.

"I'm looking for Spotted Dick."

"Could you show me your Spotted Dick?"

"I need some Spotted Dick."

"Sir, where is your Spotted Dick?"

The Spotted Dick will be a surprise in the mail for one of my blog readers (you probably know who you are). Can't wait to declare that to the Post Office when I mail it ("Anything fragile, liquid, hazardous or persihable?" "Uh, all of the above?" Well, probably not that perishable).

Found a treasure trove of my favorite candy bar, Rocky Road, and bought all they had. Sounds like a lot, but there were only six. They didn't melt in the car! Hooray!

And we all lived happily ever after. Until the next blog.