Dawn's Digression.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Don't Waste Your Time Reading This
Wow.
Could I be more bored?
Oy. It's 8:15. I've talked to Ruby, made a grocery list, emptied the dishwasher, re-arranged the pantry, went to the store, "cooked" dinner (this means I put refried beans in the microwave), ate ice cream and put away the stuff I used for my "dinner". Bored.
I thought of lots of interesting things to blog about at the grocery store. The mere fact that I think it was interesting and it was from the grocery store tells you how bored I am.
For example, who buys crackers without a salted top? What's the point?
I was feeling rebellious this evening at the store, so you wanna know what I did? I went the wrong way. That's right, I started in produce. I am a rebel for sure.
I think all the brilliant grocery store observations have left my mind. Imagine that.
Well, I have groceries. I have canned veggies. Mustard, eggs, olives. This is a stimulating topic, no? Now if a chick comes over I can now offer a choice: ramen or canned raviolis. What's your poison, baby? heh. Oh, wait. I underestimate myself. I forget I still have a can of refried beans.
Work is kicking my tail end. Kicking it. Ugh. Despite my better judgement, I think I'm taking off a half day tomorrow. This will surely end in disaster.
I am sextuple-booked. This girl who once refused to double-book. (In Dawnland, double booked means I have plans two nights in a row.) If I had plans on Saturday, you could be sure that I would not have plans on Friday or Sunday. Whew. Good grief. I can't imagine what I would do with many more free nights. Geez. I may have to start reading again. ;) Have I mentioned bored?
You read the whole post, didn't you? Even after I said not to waste your time. Some folks never listen.
Could I be more bored?
Oy. It's 8:15. I've talked to Ruby, made a grocery list, emptied the dishwasher, re-arranged the pantry, went to the store, "cooked" dinner (this means I put refried beans in the microwave), ate ice cream and put away the stuff I used for my "dinner". Bored.
I thought of lots of interesting things to blog about at the grocery store. The mere fact that I think it was interesting and it was from the grocery store tells you how bored I am.
For example, who buys crackers without a salted top? What's the point?
I was feeling rebellious this evening at the store, so you wanna know what I did? I went the wrong way. That's right, I started in produce. I am a rebel for sure.
I think all the brilliant grocery store observations have left my mind. Imagine that.
Well, I have groceries. I have canned veggies. Mustard, eggs, olives. This is a stimulating topic, no? Now if a chick comes over I can now offer a choice: ramen or canned raviolis. What's your poison, baby? heh. Oh, wait. I underestimate myself. I forget I still have a can of refried beans.
Work is kicking my tail end. Kicking it. Ugh. Despite my better judgement, I think I'm taking off a half day tomorrow. This will surely end in disaster.
I am sextuple-booked. This girl who once refused to double-book. (In Dawnland, double booked means I have plans two nights in a row.) If I had plans on Saturday, you could be sure that I would not have plans on Friday or Sunday. Whew. Good grief. I can't imagine what I would do with many more free nights. Geez. I may have to start reading again. ;) Have I mentioned bored?
You read the whole post, didn't you? Even after I said not to waste your time. Some folks never listen.
Dawn, 8:16 PM
