Turkey Butter, Turkey Butter...

Turkey Butter! (Sang to the tune of You Can Do It, or something like that from Cinderella.)

I dropped the kids off at school this morning and off I went, singing away to myself in the van.

I got to the store and the parking lot wasn't too crowded but there was a part of me who was envisioning this huge display of Turkey Butter and a line out the door.

I went in the store and grabbed one of those mini-carts and took off. I was dodging people left and right. I could see fear in the eyes of some of the shoppers as I swerved around them.

I went around the parameter of the store and NO turkey butter display. Fear started to creep up. It's 8:45 am, could I have missed it already? ARGH!

I decided to end at the butter section, where I was still expecting a huge turkey butter display. Nothing.

Then the clouds parted and the sun shone through and right between some freaky green olive oil butter and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter... there it was!

All SIX boxes. That's ALL that was there.

I grabbed for three of them and I was inspecting them when this woman tried to push me out with her cart. One of the boxes was crushed so I was reaching to exchange it and she tried to cut me off. Can you believe it? I knew it was a conspiracy!

But I still left with my three boxes of turkey butter and a bounce in my walk. LOL!!!

Isn't it beautiful?

A year's worth of waiting, realized. It's the little things that make me crazy, isn't it?

I don't have the Turkey or even the bread that this butter is going to go on...but right now, it's all good in the world.

Next month, Christmas Tree Butter.