I kinda need to go to the store today. I have a list and everything. I let The Mister take my car. Yeah, so you should feel sad for me, because The Mister took my car. That’s only the beginning of my
We’re also outta eggs, grits, the brown oatmeal, and the cereal I like to eat. Because of this lack of breakfast food, I am forced to eat unusual food for second breakfast. Oh, yeah, I had buttered toast and an orange for first breakfast, but that didn’t keep me full too long. So anyway, I hafta eat this salmon dip, which is totally disgusting, like someone whipped up cream cheese, smoked salmon, and green onion in a food processor. I don’t have a single bagel, so I had to spread it across some crusty old bread. It’s just awful. And there’s not enough for you, so don’t even ask.
And then, a pickle.
So yeah, I probably won’t take the minivan to the store, because after driving Bonnie Blue so long, driving the van feels like drivin a big rig. Yup. Poor me. Can’t go to the store. *sigh*
I only have one paper towel left and since I can’t clean anything with the twenty or so rags I own, and I can’t go anywhere to buy paper towels without my car, I am forced to sit here on the sofa here at home, braless, shoeless, wearing a dreadfully comfortable twenty-year-old sweatshirt, some flannel pants and Bubba’s old socks.
It’s way too cold to go work on the garden, but the weather is perfect for ordering seeds online, and well, will ya look at that? I’m dressed perfectly.
I have been workin on Mt Laundry, but I somehow managed to break the pump apparatus on my detergent. I broke it really well, I can tell, cause a bb came out in my hand. Anyway, I just don’t think I can manage to open that five-gallon bucket all by my lil ol self. Seems like that last load is all I can do until The Mister comes home.
I can’t run the vacuum. I wouldn’t want to wake our pets. Besides, I like to dust before I vacuum, and I can’t dust right now cause we’re outta Flonase.
I tell you, there are so many moments of despair. I’d cry about it, but this is our last box of Kleenex
in this room.
So you see, his takin my car has simply ruined my entire day. It’s best I keep my spirits up with a good book and a nice cuppa tea. Sometimes reading just plumb wears me out, though. May need a nap to recover, or to write to stay awake.
Oh yeah, I’ll be doing the A-Z Challenge in April. There’s no theme to reveal. I didn’t even commit until yesterday, and I sure can’t be bothered to plan ahead. For this blog, it’s year number three of pantsin my way through.
I’ve pantsed at least the last 38 years of my life.
So it will be another month of me and my randomnity, pantsin deliberately, how I do.
Nonsense is right there in my title, Duh!
There’ll be lotsa made up words, average photography, stories you wish you’d never been told, a paradox of judgmental rants and sunshine-y anecdotes, prolly with some irreverence and some unexpected insights, and of course, with moments of humor, doors, and sheer panic.
Join me in this madness?
What great plans do you have for the day?