The Roo-girl and I have a new passion:
The specialty grocery store known as Trader Joe's.
If you aren't lucky enough to live in one of the nine states where Trader Joe's live, then I pity you.
After all, TJ's is the home of such wondrous treats as Candy Cane Joe-Joe's (something NO household should be without for the holidays) and some incredible peanut butter cups that give Reese's a run for their money.
It's also the home of organic treats and vegetarian and vegan delights.
Roo and I like it there. We are relatively recent converts to the awesomeness of Trader Joe's, but we are fervent in our enthusiasm.
Stopping there after cheer practice is a frequent pleasure.
This weekend, though, we went just because.
The journey started with this question, as Roo scoured the shelves for her favorite honey-roasted snack:
"Where are my nuts???"
And I promptly burst into hysterics ... because I AM a 12-year-old boy, after all.