A Cokeless Burger King and a poo colored hat

It's Sunday -- which is the weekly dinner and grocery shopping day for Anthony and I. Today had a bonus, a trip to Ross because I needed a new dress shirt for a show photo shoot coming up on Wednesday.

I didn't think Anthony was going to go because he hurt his back carrying a case of water up the stairs to our apartment. But, he's a trooper, and didn't even complain as much as I expected.

Dinner was at Burger King at Grant and Craycroft. We've eaten there many times but today had a bit of a twist:  They were out of Coke. They were also out of lemonade, and according to a Tweet I was sent on Twitter from one of my followers they were also out of Chicken Fries. Hopefully that is just a sign that a manager wasn't doing their job correctly ordering and not a sign that the restaurant is in trouble.

We went across the parking lot to Ross after dinner and I ended up buying six dress shirts, a bin to put Lucky's toys in, and a hat for Anthony for a total of a hundred bucks. Ten dollar dress shirts really excite me.

We went to Walmart Neighborhood Market at 22nd and Craycroft for the grocery shopping to complete our excursion. The store wasn't as busy as it usually is on a Sunday night. It was a pretty routine trip.

The weekend is over... all that's left are the photos.

Walking to the car at Ridgepointe.
Sneaky photo of Anthony from behind.

Burger King at Grant and Craycroft.
We ate in another empty restaurant.
I wonder what the world record is for that...
(eating in empty restaurants)
we've got to have a shot at beating it.

Mushroom and Swiss Big King (delicious!)
plus fries and a cute little squirt of ketchup.

Ross at Grant and Craycroft.
Halloween decorations already for sale.

They're just hanging around

Anthony with his mummy

This hat is way too small for Anthony.
Either that or his head
is way too big.

I finally found a hat
that matches the color of my poo.

Ballpark Park's Finest -
do these plump when you cook 'em?
That was the only reason I ever
bought Ballpark franks.
At Walmart Market at 22nd and Craycroft

Fud.
That's the sound they make
when you drop them on the ground.

Rice Krispies Treats Blasted
I'll bet they taste wonderful
when you are.

Holy crap, they still make Taster's Choice.
This was the coffee choice for romance
back in the 1970's.

It took a whole lot of (now)
neutered popcorns to make these.

Goldfish Grahams S'mores
I fed one to Lucky, and now Anthony
considers them dog treats and
he won't eat them.
Oh well, more for me and the dog.

I like Walmart because it's cheap.
Anthony hates Walmart because he feels the
produce isn't very good.
He did find a box of acceptable peaches.
I think the bag will be used for suffocating
me in my sleep for making him shop there.