We got home yesterday from a trip over the mountains to visit Jim’s middle sister. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good visit with her and we really enjoyed ourselves. She recently moved into a cute little town house, with a public pool across the street and a starbucks around the corner. (Let’s just say that the number of trips we made to said starbucks in the span of two days is so embarrassing that I refuse to post it.)

As we all know (probably more than we want to at this point!), I’ve been on my quest to find Sigg water bottles for the whole family (of course not finding the kid sizes here) and that brought us to Whole Foods. I’ve been told of the miracle that is Whole Foods, but being that good shopping refuses to come to this side of Colorado, I’ve never been. Until Monday, that is. Do you think I could just move in? I seriously told Jim that we should consider moving just to get to shop there.

The produce was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, the meat! and the seafood! The rows and rows of Silk Milk for only $1.99! the bulk section! and the deli! I’m pretty sure I was having an orgasm. The trash bins are separated for recycling, the coffee was freshly roasted, they hesitated to hand out plastic bags…. I was trying to figure out how to do all the grocery shopping for the week and get it back home unspoiled.

On our way out of town, we stopped again to stock up on snacks and make our Sigg investments (holy crap those bottles are expensive!). We had yummy eggs and potatoes and breakfast burritos from the deli, and freshly roasted coffee from the coffee bar. Just seeing all those rows and rows of organic food made me giddy. I’m going to start preparing my plea to Whole Foods to come to our town…. right now I think.

(We’ll talk about what happened in the parking lot next time…)