Jeremy and I go grocery shopping every two weeks. This weekend just happened to be our normal grocery shopping weekend. It also just happens to be the weekend before Thanksgiving. And it also just happens that we have the slightest forecast for snowy type weather for the next three days.
I felt like I was in some post-apocalyptic movie. The shelves were completely bare in some places. There was no celery! None!!! Zip! Not even organic. And cornbread? Gone. Eggs? Yeah...picked over. People were either doing the mad dash or the zombie shuffle. Every corner we turned I expected to see Darryl and the gang with their shot guns and cross bows.