I live in a little place.  It gets messy in 10 minutes.  It can be cleaned up in 10 minutes.  It can be CLEANED in about an hour.  Regardless, there is something magical about going to a grocery store, and I realized what it was today while I spent 30 blissful minutes not caring if my cart was in anyone’s way.  I walked around and picked things out, put them back (per the 8 item minimum in order to be in the faster line), and talked to myself outloud (just once, but someone totally heard me).  It wasn’t until I was placing the yellow cake mix box back in its exact and perfectly aligned location that I realized just what I loved so much about the grocery store.  Someone ELSE has to organize it every day. 

(oh, and I found out they sell part of my youth now!)