 Spilled Milk |
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Work is out of control. Things are falling apart at the seams. Last night I left work at 7:15 pm to go to the grocery store to go buy milk so I could have cereal this morning, which is one of the joys of my day. (Don't ask me why I love Shredded Wheat & Bran so much, but I do.) It took me about 20 minutes to find a parking spot. The car behind me got so irate as I waited patiently for a spot with my blinker on that he BUMPED me with his car. I got scared so I ignored him and hurried into the store after I parked. My mom always told me never to get into angry exchanges on the road because the other driver might have a gun in his glove compartment. Somehow this has stuck with me. It explains a lot about me, actually. Anyway. When I got inside, finally, I stepped over an unwrapped, disheveled (unused) tampon inside the entrance of the store. That was lovely. I should have taken it as a sign and turned around and walked out. It was very crowded in the store and they were out really basic things like half & half and pretty much all of the milk. I finally dug out a bottle and proceeded to do my shopping for the week. My cereal, my string cheese, my pretzels, my bread because the bread I bought at Whole Foods on Magazine this weekend was I'm sad to say hard as a rock, my Morningstar veggie links, my chicken breasts, my zucchini and squash and broccoli and carrots, my freaking Smart Ones fudge pops that I cannot live without, my cornstarch & stewed tomatoes that I'm using in a crock pot curry recipe this weekend, my minced garlic, my jasmine rice, and any number of other things that I somehow was able to retrieve from the shelves while talking to my mother on the phone and asking her if we were having another natural disaster and wondering why the store had practically been ransacked and why everyone in the metropolitan area was apparently there. I finally approached the checkout lines, which were so long that they were snaked circuitously like queues at Disney World or something. I grabbed about six celebrity magazines and proceeded to thumb through them for the next forty-five minutes while in line. That's right, forty-five minutes. Ritchie Sambora cheated on Heather Locklear. Lindsey Lohan wears a "J" necklace that might stand for Jared Leto. Jennifer Garner's butt is bigger since she had a baby. (I love Jennifer Garner unreservedly. Is that wrong?) Jennifer Lopez might be pregnant. Brad Pitt styles his hair like his current girlfriend's. I finally made it outside and made it home by the grace of God. When I reached into the grocery bag to pull out the milk, it had a crack in the bottom of the bottle and the milk fell out all over the other groceries on the counter, into the stovetop burners, down the side of the refrigerator, and all over the floor. So, AMEN! AMEN AND HALLELUJAH! I started crying and then had to laugh because I was literally crying over spilled milk. What a day, holy lord above. I got under a blanket and watched Related in an attempt to console myself. Can I just say that I still like this show? I love Bob and Ginnie (who is now dating Will Tippin in real life, which I learned in the grocery store checkout line) and I even like Ann even though she's ridiculously cute and blonde and talks in a distractingly midwestern accent when they're supposed to be Italians from Brooklyn or something. Any storyline on any program that involves Dan Futterman is alright by me. He is just very likable and genuine as an actor. I want to see if he wins the Oscar for writing Capote, I really do, even though it pains me deeply that I never saw it and now it's gone from the theater. Gone. Oh, well. And I love Graham Chase as Mr. Sorelli. And Christine Ebersole as Renee -- I always think of how much I love her version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" on my beloved Broadway Cares Christmas CD. I am having serious deja vu while typing this and wonder if I've already written all of this before. Anyway, It's nothing lifechanging or profound, but it's definitely an entertaining little show. And anything that has brought the character of Bob, the nicest person pretty much ever to live, to the masses of America is certainly worthy of heaps of praise. I totally saw the this couple walking out of Scriptura, one of my favorite stores on earth, this weekend. They were holding hands. There was that moment as we drove by them when my mouth flew open and I recognized that he recognized me recognizing them, but he just kind of acted normal and kept walking. So work is crazy, like I said. I don't want to say any more than that because talking about work online is very dumb. I'm just sitting here looking at my pretty flowers and eating Reese's hearts by the handful. :::
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