Well, I crashed just after 1:30am. I must be getting old. I remember staying up till 2 and 3 reading journals, commenting, posting entries, and then getting up at 8am to do it all over again.
I woke up crampy this morning. I was
also a little discouraged. I kept putting off doing laundry because we were
supposed to get our housekeepers here this past week. But that didn't happen.
So I've literally had nothing to wear for a few days. I wore Fishboy's jeans on
Thursday and his old shorts yesterday [see monkey pics]. I'm out of clean
socks. So I've been going sockless. And I'm scrounging for
Anyway, I finally just bit the bullet
and did two small loads of laundry today. They're in the dryers now. I walked
Hunny and Opie.
Then I went to Smart & Final to
return a case of water that tasted like tap water. Supposedly it was on sale.
But, did you know we get charged extra for bottled water? I mean, there's an
actual charge per bottle. So, these were $1.50 off the regular price but an
additional $1.98 because of the bottles. Almost eight bucks for water. Water.
Earth's supply. Water. Is anyone with me on this?
It was my favorite brand [yes, they
all taste different]. But because it was only labeled "drinking water" it
tasted like sludge. "Crystal-fresh" is in a league of its own. I had one of
each kind in my car yesterday. I was about to throw up from the drinking water
and had to wash it down with the crystal fresh.
Smart & Final is convenient and
all, but there really isn't much savings in their prices. When I went
this morning, there was only one (very long) checkout line. There were about
four store employees stocking shelves like zombies. The people ahead of me had
two huge carts full of stuff they needed to divide based on which company was
going to pay the bill. They got the company information wrong and couldn't get
their discount credited [or something]. And everything had to be voided out.
Thenthey goton the phone and started cussing someone out. Finally they
received the correct company information and everything had to be re-scanned for
checkout. Honestly, I thought these people were drunk. Angry. Loud.
Argumentative with each other. I kept clear. I didn't make eye-contact. I
didn't say a word. And I kept a poker face.
During all this, a man who looked like
he's never done his own shopping, ever, in his life, interrupted the cashier
[who happened to be the only manager in the store], announcing what he needed
from his list. He expected the cashier to fetch it for him. My dreams
have been so bizarre lately that I checked my surroundings for obvious signs
that I was awake. I know not to pinch myself because it actually hurts in a
dream, so that's no help.
I stretched my back to find another
checkout line had opened at the opposite end of the store. Already filling with
more customers. That's when I lost my poker face and actually chuckled at the
There I stood, next in line with my
receipt and my one case of sludge-water, wishing I hadn't made the mistake of
buying it in the first place. I considered abandoning the return completely but
eight bucks is eight bucks!
I never made it to the front of that
line. Finally, another clerk opened a register and called me over. It
was like a circus act getting over there. No one wanted to let the 'next in
line' actually be next in line. While handing the clerk my receipt and
explaining the return, one of the drunks commented as he walked by, "Smile
honey, it'll make you feel better."
Honestly, I'm really lucky he was already out
the door when his comment registered in my mind. Because I was ready
for a fight at that point. [attention drunks: don't call me honey. keep
your passive-aggressive remarks to yourself. don't look at me. don't talk to
me. don't mess with me before i've had my coffee!]
I finished with my transaction and
went outside, shakingoff the yucky energy. I took one look at the PeaceMobile
and laughed. Guess the drunk was right...it did make me feel better. And here
I thought beating the guy to a pulp would've made me feel better. Eh, six of
one, a half dozen the other.
After that little fiasco, I walked my
weekend client. She paid me in cash - with a five dollar tip even. Sweet
little doggie. It was right near Jamba Juice so I decided on a protein drink
for breakfast. YUM!
Just got the call...going to record a
song tonight! More about that later.
Off to fold clothes, shower and
head out to the beach. More blogging to come this weekend!
Thank you to all who responded with links to your journals.
They're still coming in this morning. I have 52 new emails to
read. I'm looking forward to getting caught up with everyone.
HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYONE!