One of my favorite things about grocery shopping is seeing what other people buy. I went to a discount grocery store in face of a certain facial scrub I love, and they didn't have it! Of course. I did find another brand that will hopefully not burn my face off, and got two new "Baxters" (loofa dogs) for the puppies. Also, I was leered at by I think every store employee, all of whom were creepy-ish teenage boys. Um, ew?
Anyway, I ended up in line behind these two ancient women who were, I think, hoarding foodstuffs in case WWIII breaks out. They bought at least six cans of sliced black olives (ugh), ten (I counted them!) cans of boysenberries, a barrel of Canola oil, and a huge box of Rubbermaid plastic bowls. They'd misread the price tag on the bowls, thinking it was $4.99 when it was actually $14.99, and were shuffling back over to return it immediately while my transaction was still going on. Note to self: Don't get old. Ever.
I am smack-dab in the middle of celebrating America's birthday with the itinerary below:
Friday - "Law and Order" marathon, eating appetizers, watching fireworks from the upstairs windows, wishing that "American Gangster" was not three hours long.
Saturday - Making mix CD's for co-workers, thinking up excuses to not carry boxes of stuff up to my room, catching up on reading my blogroll, trying to find activities to put in my calendar (and may or may not actually participate in).
Sunday - Wishing the library was open on Sunday, reading the comics, forcing myself to watch "Evil Dead" and "Army of Darkness," obsessively-compulsively lining up the pillows on my bed. |
Saturday, July 5, 2008 
posted by Yvonne at 5:16 PM - 
