Friday, April 2, 2010

GRANDMA WENT TO HAWAII AND ALL I GOT . . .

WAS THIS STUPID SHIRT.

Actually, my son went to Pair-us (no room for Mom and Dad) and all I got was this bag. . . but I really do love it.

It's made out of a plastic tarp-like material. In the handles are little rubber tubes so that they are cushiony on my fingers when I'm hauling my food out to the car. And, with the holiday weekend and the two dinners I'm planning, believe me-- that haul was heavy. The bag could have probably carried the entire pig out of the store and into my car. That tarp material doesn't tear. And, with this luxurious bag I've never forgotten it in my car or back at home. It's kinda cool to be carrying a French bag into the food aisles.

And, who knows maybe I'll even throw in a croissant - might as well dream I'm in Paris.

4 comments:

Mackenzie said...

haha I TOLD him to get you something "provin├žal" but he always tells me "I'm not a gift guy". But I'm glad you liked the bag. I could try to get you another one. It says "et la nature vous dit merci" which means "and nature thanks you".

David Batista said...

Aw, that's a PERFECT gift for you, Kim! And it reminds me so much of strolling through the food stalls at the Bastille market Sunday mornings.

Now I'm missing Paris, too . . .

adrienne said...

And is that a loaf of French bread sticking out of the bag? Very apropos.

Very nice gift - I would certainly remember to bring that one along.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Sweet bag--sweet kid!