Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Surrender

So after that quick little whiney post I figured I'd better get started on the to-do list, seeing as how I need to get at least page 1 of 10 knocked out tonight.

Item #1, my contribution for tomorrow's pot luck.

I was about to fold x into the bowl where I had mixed y and z when something told me Nic, taste that first.

Thank you, guardian angel, for saving me from giving the office food poisoning for Christmas.

But now I had to go back out to the grocery store. And you know, you'd think that the carrot cake my friend made and the triple-chocolate chip cookies from my sister would be enough to satisfy a cranky, stressed, hormonal woman such as myself...but no. You know what I want? You know what I need?

I showed restraint. I could have bought the wheel the size of monster truck tire.

Update:

Should have gone with the big brie. I put together my dad's present tonight, an electronic thing I got at a big box store several weeks ago. I thought I should go ahead and install the batteries, so he can play with it right away. Of course it doesn't work worth shit, and of course I can't find the receipt. I expect going back to the store regardless of the receipt situation is going to be a joy one way or the other, because by now I'm sure the Barbarians and the Vandals have joined in on the big box store sacking I witnessed last night.

I plugged in my cell phone to charge, and it froze. I can't figure out how to control-alt-delete it. I probably don't want to talk to anyone anyway, or more likely, nobody wants to talk to me. That's not a complaint, it's a suggestion.

I'm out of clean spoons.

I might just go to bed. Last night I had a dream where I witnessed a murder, though, so I'm not that excited about sleeping. A coma might serve me better.

Posted by Nic at December 20, 2007 08:05 PM | TrackBack