moo.

1. Give into craving for pie and pulled into neighborhood Zippy's, purchase entire chocolate cream pie for self.
2. With pie in hand, walk back to car to find person in next spot parked 7 inches from driver-side door.
3. Try passenger side door, discover cannot fit ass into car on this side, either.
4. Again, with pie in hand, crawl through back of hatchback and into driver seat.

= Sequence of events that will inevitably make you feel like a cow. (But totally worth it. Pie. Mmmm.)

big box love.

Yes, yes. Big box stores are bad for local small business and our island way of life. But if we have to put up with having Walmart on this rock, we might as well have a Target.

And at least (as far as we know) now we can shop at a big box that hasn't been storing iwi under its parking ramp. Sigh.