My horse, Fritz, is Quaker's Oats' best customer. Ever since the dental nightmare when he lost most of his teeth, I have mixed his Equine Senior with oatmeal to make a more easily chewed, palatable mash. He loves the stuff. He goes through a 42-ounce carton of oatmeal ever 6 or 7 days, and is thriving. Each carton costs $4.99 at my grocery store. He's well worth it to me, but that doesn't mean I won't jump at a chance to save money. This week the large Quaker Oats cartons were on sale for $2.79, a savings of nearly half! I bought four. (I'd gladly get 40, but my cupboard space is limited.) It happens that I also bought prunes that day because I like them and we were out. So this is what went through the check-out lane:
See where this is . . . ahem . . . going?
I live in a small town. Peole who don't know me by name likely know me as "that romance author." So I can only imagine the whispers going around now about poor Starr's staggering problem with irregularity. Or rather, former problem, because obviously this would have been enough to fix a horse.