Good God!
What a day I'm having! It's only 10 am and I have already experienced so many damn highs and lows that I may need a nap.
This morning I went to make some coffee and the fricking coffee machine breaks! It breaks! Just like that! It made wonderful, dark rich fine blend coffee yesterday morning but this morning-when I'm not working and could actually sit around and have a couple of cups-it farted out.
I am on my second store bought cup. Not the same.
That was a low. This next one is a high:
I may or may not have mentioned that one of my nemesises...nemissississes...nemeses is the local Wal-Mart greeter. I haven't had cause to bitch lately because I haven't actually gone there in a while. When we first moved here, and were still setting stuff up, I had to go there like 4 times a week. This was not conducive due to my hatred of retail giants* and every time I walked through that door he'd poke out from between the shelves and shout in a booming, gritty voice: "Welcome to Wal-Mart!!"
I made it my personal mission to evade him and his putting-stickers-on-the-bag-I'm-returning-when-the-returns-counter-is-only-six-feet-from-the-door ways. He is spry and deceptively quick for a limping, overweight octogenarian. I was never able to escape his soul-crushing salutation...until this morning!!!!
I was returning XMas decorations for Meg and walked through the front doors ready to sprint when I was greeted by an automatic Santa (only slightly less unnerving). I made it to the desk and was so happy I couldn't even answer the woman when she asked me if there was anything wrong with the stuff.
I turned around and smiled smugly as I passed the old man greeting the next zombie through the door.
*I'm not averse to big stores because they put the little guy out of business or anything like that. It's more because it is a zombie-fest of folks walking around not sure where to find everything, me included. It's just too damn confusing for me to be in a place that sells garden fertilizer, clothing and baby formula all under one roof!
Meg and I are disappearing back to the mainland for the weekend so blogging will be sparse.
Excuse me while I finish my coffee. I may even eat the cardboard cup.
I bid you adieu!
This morning I went to make some coffee and the fricking coffee machine breaks! It breaks! Just like that! It made wonderful, dark rich fine blend coffee yesterday morning but this morning-when I'm not working and could actually sit around and have a couple of cups-it farted out.
I am on my second store bought cup. Not the same.
That was a low. This next one is a high:
I may or may not have mentioned that one of my nemesises...nemissississes...nemeses is the local Wal-Mart greeter. I haven't had cause to bitch lately because I haven't actually gone there in a while. When we first moved here, and were still setting stuff up, I had to go there like 4 times a week. This was not conducive due to my hatred of retail giants* and every time I walked through that door he'd poke out from between the shelves and shout in a booming, gritty voice: "Welcome to Wal-Mart!!"
I made it my personal mission to evade him and his putting-stickers-on-the-bag-I'm-returning-when-the-returns-counter-is-only-six-feet-from-the-door ways. He is spry and deceptively quick for a limping, overweight octogenarian. I was never able to escape his soul-crushing salutation...until this morning!!!!
I was returning XMas decorations for Meg and walked through the front doors ready to sprint when I was greeted by an automatic Santa (only slightly less unnerving). I made it to the desk and was so happy I couldn't even answer the woman when she asked me if there was anything wrong with the stuff.
I turned around and smiled smugly as I passed the old man greeting the next zombie through the door.
*I'm not averse to big stores because they put the little guy out of business or anything like that. It's more because it is a zombie-fest of folks walking around not sure where to find everything, me included. It's just too damn confusing for me to be in a place that sells garden fertilizer, clothing and baby formula all under one roof!
Meg and I are disappearing back to the mainland for the weekend so blogging will be sparse.
Excuse me while I finish my coffee. I may even eat the cardboard cup.
I bid you adieu!
posted by Des at 6:16 pm
2 Bitching, Moaning and Praise
Sorry darling about your lows, and am very proud of the highs for today.
Love you lots!
Ah...a woman proud of me for beating the Wal Mart greeter. There is no sweeter love.
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