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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

XXIV

1. It's been awhile since we Schmozzled. I know how you have missed the joy that is Schmozzles and so I am reaching out in kindness to soothe your aching hearts. Or something. Bear with me, here.

2. At some point we need to address my referring to myself in the third person. Perhaps I am royalty. Sounds about right.

3. Yesterday morning Len and I set the bread machine to mix a batch of dough to be ready when I got home from work. Tuesday is Len's long day at school, so the plan was for me to pull the dough out and set it to rise in the loaf pans, head out to do groceries and make dinner. Two of those happened. One of them was accomplished through compromise. I did, however, have a moment at work where I imagined we had added too much yeast and I was going to return home to a kitchen full of dough.

4. I have very specific calculator needs. If the calculator I use at work every breaks and it turns out it's been discontinued, there will be a period of mourning. There will be several rebound calculators that won't cut it. It will be a very messy time.

5. I committed two cardinal sins today whilst grocery shopping. First, I went on an empty stomach. Bad, bad idea. I managed to control what landed in my cart but it's not right when you're standing in the meat section staring at a packet of extra lean ground beef and salivating. Not right at all. Second sin: I chose a drive-thru parking spot. Anyone with a hatchback knows you do not choose a drive-thru parking spot if you have any desire to place your groceries in the trunk. On the back seat they went, and well, it's simply not as practical.

6. If you drive a hatchback, is it still called a trunk?

7. Len and I were having a competition to see who will be the first to draw blood in our incessant need to scratch our dry skin. He won.

8. I have not been sleeping well. Monday night I had a dream about a space ship, a fire hall dance party where bad things happened (and people completely ignored my warnings not to go in there) and a man named Duncan who had his memory erased by aliens and ended up as a tech advisor to the evil villain who abducted me. Welcome to my brain. It's a little scary in here sometimes.

6 comments:

  1. I hear you about the calculator thing...I still have my calculator from Grade 9, and I dread the day it does not function any longer...
    Petra

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  2. It's the first person plural...not the third person singular...that one just makes you a calculator, or a cat, whichever you prefer...

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  3. While growing up, the groceries et al went in the "way-back". As in, it's waayyyy back there. Mom and Dad sat in the front, the kids sat in the back, and the rest of the stuff went in the way-back. On long trips we would lay the seat down, spread out our sleeping bags and hunker down for a good sleep. This, of course, was before seatbelt laws....

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