Oil, Shiny Coats, and The End of a Friendship

Help! Why is my horse glowing?

My Boy is has been on Canola oil since the vet was out to look at his sarcoid. The vet said the omega fatty acids were good for him, in particular when used in conjunction with the Xxterra medication. She attested to them often working together to help the horse's immune system fight the sarcoid.

Thank goodness for Costco! I bought two large jugs of oil for around for a total of $18.0o. Or was it $18 each jug? Now I can't remember! At a half a cup a day, I'm hardly into my first jug.

We are truly "down home" efficient around here. Twigs from the yard make great grain and oil stir sticks! I got that idea from Paint Girl. For a while, they kept ending up missing. I think the dogs were stealing them.

I do think the oil has helped My Boy have an extra shine to his coat. And I'll get the scoop on the sarcoid tomorrow on My Boy's Big Day- yes, shots and teeth, oh my! Please send warm thoughts my way, there will most likely be needles and drama.

Now, let me talk about Costco for a minute. The creme-de-la creme of warehouse shopping. I hadn't been there in years. In fact, it'd been so long I wondered if my membership card was even any good (it was.) Quick history lesson. Around 13 years ago, I "nannied" for two young teenage girls. I also helped them with homework, cleaned house, did laundry, and ran family errands. I was a regular Girl Friday. Once a week I had to do the dreaded Costco trip. I say dreaded because one could never find parking remotely close to that place, and if it was raining, that made the whole venture especially joyous. Also, the list was always loooooong, with heavy things like entire cases of wine and bottled fizzy water, so the cart would be so loaded I could barely maneuver it around the isle corners or get it to the check out lane. Not to mention, the two young girls kept trying to throw additional items into the cart that were not on the list! No sirree, Costco and I do not have good memories.

So back to the other day. I went in with the intent of just getting the canola oil for My Boy. Right. I not only walked out with the two big jugs of oil, I also acquired wrinkle serum, a double pack of mascara, a cute children's' book called Ladybug Girl, the second book in the Twilight series, and a sweater. Not to mention, a large pepperoni pizza which I took back to the Painted Creek farm for dinner. I felt guilty about all these random splurges. The only thing I really needed, besides the oil, was the mascara. I haven't even finished the first Twilight book yet.

This past week, however, a revelation occurred. The potential was there for Costco and I to become friends again. You see, I was happy to find that Costco not only carried something I had been coveting for months, but for the best price I had seen it at. However, it was only available on their fabulous website. Lack of parking, rain, long lists, and heavy carts would not slow me down this time! Sun beams came down from the sky. Birds began chirping. I could see it now. We'd cry. We'd make-up. They would taketh. They would taketh a lot. But I would geteth. And I would be a very happy pony girl.

Then. The unthinkable. Yesterday I clicked over to Costco.com. I found my treasured item, on it's gleaming pedestal. And.....wait. why wasn't there that "add to cart" linky boxie thing next to the item? The one with the price and item number? HUH? My heart began to pound. This wasn't good. Perhaps it was a computer glitch? Nope. Other items were fine. I grabbed my Blackberry and dialed the customer service number.

My heart sank. No longer available? Might be more at a later date? But it was there. It was there TWO DAYS AGO! How can this be? Costco! Really! We need to stop disagreeing this way!

I am not good at plan B's. But when one warehouse door closes, sometimes another one opens. I actually found what I wanted someplace else, and it is even better than what I thought I wanted. Meaning- well, never mind. You'll find out soon enough.

I will shareth with you when she arrives.