How the French stay French, and I stay...me

So, I live in a pretty small city that seems to reject franchised and new businesses no matter how good the economy proves to be.  As a result of that, I don't have a La Madeleine within four hours of my house.

What I discovered that I do have, whilst trolling the aisles of my local supermarket, is La Madeleine's Tomato Basil soup, jarred specifically for me and delivered to my store!

Well, someone like me, at least.

And let me tell you, it is just as amazing as in the actual bistro, and I felt so...French...eating my tomato basil soup and salad with Olive Garden salad dressing (you know, if the French had a penchant for canned franchised foods [some of which pretend to be Italian] and sat in their offices drinking iced tea and updating their blogs while they ate their processed food out of a styrofoam plate and coffee mug).

At least I looked good doing it?

Double post Monday...
Unless you are a Missouri fan, you might not have watched the game this weekend.
But I did, live and in person, and watched Tech upset the Tigers.
Wreck 'em Tech!!