But all of the aforementioned things really aren't worthy of blogging about. It's not that I've been sitting around like a knot on a log or anything...I could blog about the amount of tears I shed while finishing up Marley and Me this weekend, but that's just depressing. Or my fun impromptu dinner with Bethie and her family on Saturday night. Or how I finally got around to framing some pictures. Or how I've been watching ridiculously cheesy Christmas movies on fa la la la Lifetime non-stop. But who really wants to read about the hum drum of my everyday life? Insomniacs, perhaps.
I suppose that I could talk about my trip to the grocery store Sunday afternoon. Back in the day, my very first job was as a Kroger girl (I know, the PC term is "cashier" but that's boring) so I love using self-checkouts anytime I go to the grocery store. Hello...it's a great opportunity for me to actually use all of those random produce codes that I committed to memory nearly 15 years ago (ex: bananas - 4011). However my motivation for using the self-checkout yesterday was out of sheer pride. I did not want the cashier to laugh at me and the contents of my cart. Yet, it seems that even the self-checkout register got a giggle. I don't know why the automatically generated coupon that it gave me when I finished ringing up all the goods was for Maalox...
Let's just say that I'm working on #5 of my to-do list.
1 comment:
I didn't realize you should be embarassed if those were the contents of your shopping cart... let's just say I've had a few trips like that myself this season. I just keep forgetting the Maalox :).
P.S. I love, LOVE your tree. Really!!!
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