Tuesday Night Madness
So now, in addition to having a Voldemort's Tattoo on either arm, I now have a honking painful bruise on the back of my left hand, and a gouge in my forehead where I somehow clubbed myself with a fingernail.
I went to Lenscrafter's last night and ordered a new pair of glasses, which was actually rather fun. And the lady who waited on me managed to get me the best possible deal, out of three different discount options. (And talked me into the most expensive lenses. This lady was good.) So, mad props to Donna, who helped me to see at night. :)
Then I went to Bed Bath & Beyond to pick up a chopping knife. You see, due to the generosity of my sweet sister and her creatively anachronistic friends, there are two bags of onions in my fridge. I'm going to make onion dip and then French onion soup, and then maybe a Bloomin' Onion and then, I don't know, onion chops with onion sauce and onions on the side. This was accompanied by eight cans of chicken broth and about two cubic feet of parsley. And if you think I'm exagerating, go ask tahmthelame herself.
Oh, so back to the knife. I found one, cheap -- probably a seven-inch blade, inch and a half wide. (Crocodile Dundee says: This is a knoife.) Then on the way out they had a bargain bin of bath towels, and I found one of those massive, bedsheet-sized bathtowels, which actually matched my shower curtain. And I took them to the counter, and paid for them, and thought, "Wow. If I was the cashier, I'd wonder if I was off to kill somebody." Luckily she didn't comment on my implements of murder, and apparently didn't call the cops or anything because I got home without being tailed. Always a relief.
I went to Lenscrafter's last night and ordered a new pair of glasses, which was actually rather fun. And the lady who waited on me managed to get me the best possible deal, out of three different discount options. (And talked me into the most expensive lenses. This lady was good.) So, mad props to Donna, who helped me to see at night. :)
Then I went to Bed Bath & Beyond to pick up a chopping knife. You see, due to the generosity of my sweet sister and her creatively anachronistic friends, there are two bags of onions in my fridge. I'm going to make onion dip and then French onion soup, and then maybe a Bloomin' Onion and then, I don't know, onion chops with onion sauce and onions on the side. This was accompanied by eight cans of chicken broth and about two cubic feet of parsley. And if you think I'm exagerating, go ask tahmthelame herself.
Oh, so back to the knife. I found one, cheap -- probably a seven-inch blade, inch and a half wide. (Crocodile Dundee says: This is a knoife.) Then on the way out they had a bargain bin of bath towels, and I found one of those massive, bedsheet-sized bathtowels, which actually matched my shower curtain. And I took them to the counter, and paid for them, and thought, "Wow. If I was the cashier, I'd wonder if I was off to kill somebody." Luckily she didn't comment on my implements of murder, and apparently didn't call the cops or anything because I got home without being tailed. Always a relief.