I made a strategic decision to get out of Walla Walla for 36 hours. It was everything I thought it could be. And don’t get me wrong. I love my little town, but I’ve found that you can take the girl out of Portland, but you can’t take the Portland out of the girl.
So I ate some amazing food.
Just what the doctor ordered. And I hit the freeway headed east, refreshed and rejuvenated.
But you know me and Trader Joes. And of course I stopped. And today when I skipped meetings to attend other meetings, my latest TJ’s stash gave me some joy.