Pomegranate Soda, and other things...

So it's been a bit, and though I'm pretty confident no one's reading this, I still feel I should keep up better, because, well, what if someone starts? And being sick is not an excuse...though I did feel icky, and I'm not sure I still don't...anyway...sorry?

Eggs
Chips
Beer
Jeannie clutched the basket to her chest as she repeated those three things in her head over and over. She usually brought a list with her when she went shopping, but she hadn't figured on needing one this time around, what with such a short list. Only that short list was supposed to have a fourth item, maybe even a fifth, and she was completely clueless as to what they might be.
She walked slowly down the soup aisle, hoping whatever it was she'd forgotten would jump out at her. Her hopes began to drift away as she continued to walk around the store, however, and she sighed when she reached the drinks aisle.
She wasn't actually a beer drinker, though her boyfriend thought she was. But the reason she bought the beer in the first place was for something completely different. A friend of her mother's had once told her that she occasionally rinsed her hair with beer to get rid of the chemicals that built up over time. Jeannie didn't know how often 'occasionally' was, and she had her suspicions that it wasn't destroying only the bad chemicals. But every Sunday she would take a few cans and pour the golden liquid through her strawberry blonde hair, and she had to admit, it certainly looked healthier.
She picked up a twelve-pack of Coors Light, not because she knew it worked better than any other brand, but because it was the type her boyfriend preferred, and she felt bad having alcohol in the house if she couldn't offer it to him. Jeannie smirked a little at her thoughts, and decided that the three items in the basket would have to suffice. After all, breakfast was the most important meal of the day, wasn't it? As long as she could scramble eggs and dip her chips in them, she'd be happy. Even if everyone did tease her for her strange tastes.
She took a moment to get her bearings and continued along the aisle towards the registers. And then stopped just before she reached the end. She knelt down in front of the display and frowned thoughtfully. There was nothing particularly interesting about the product, nor was it in pretty wrapping. The bottle, she noted upon tapping it, was plastic rather than glass. As for the price...the liter probably wasn't worth it.
It's not on the list, she thought to herself and her frown grew more pronounced.
Despite all the cons, though, she found herself picking up the item and placing it in the basket beside her other purchases. She rose and continued on her way, and she began to wonder what she might say the occasion was. She recited the list to herself one more time.
Eggs
Chips
Beer
Jeannie began to smile as she got in line at the first register, and added one more item to her list.
Pomegranate Soda