damn you womanly troubles!!!
Oy vey.
So I was all sick yesterday. I think I was hit by the stress bug early on during the day and a good dose of the womanly monthlies. So after only being up for 4 hours--I woke up at 11am. I was back in bed trying to sleep off the ickies.
I woke up at 7pm and had to leave the house--but I was still feeling like crap. I walked to the supermarche [Whole Foods no less] for two things: milk and garlic powder.
Simple enough...but somehow they did not have garlic powder anywhere. They didn't have bulk powder. They didn't have the bottled stuff for 2.99--they were all out. All they had was one bottle for 5.99. Ugh! So that wasn't happening. I ask one of the stock boys if they have any powdered garlic in the back because they're all out. Instead of checking in the back he shows me what they have in the aisle.
So I'm icky feeling and irritated. Thanks for nothing stock boy. I wanted you to go in the back and get me more cheap garlic powder not tell me what I already know.
So bitchy and icky I settle on milk, Pirate's Booty, yakisoba noodles and chocolate cake. I didn't need the chocolate cake but Aunt Flo's here for a visit and chocolate cake will shut her up. End of story.
So back home--minor stop to look for an accurate digital bathroom scale. Then home to talk with boy on the phone--he has pink eye [the virus kind] and sounds awful. Poor thing.
That's all for now.
So I was all sick yesterday. I think I was hit by the stress bug early on during the day and a good dose of the womanly monthlies. So after only being up for 4 hours--I woke up at 11am. I was back in bed trying to sleep off the ickies.
I woke up at 7pm and had to leave the house--but I was still feeling like crap. I walked to the supermarche [Whole Foods no less] for two things: milk and garlic powder.
Simple enough...but somehow they did not have garlic powder anywhere. They didn't have bulk powder. They didn't have the bottled stuff for 2.99--they were all out. All they had was one bottle for 5.99. Ugh! So that wasn't happening. I ask one of the stock boys if they have any powdered garlic in the back because they're all out. Instead of checking in the back he shows me what they have in the aisle.
So I'm icky feeling and irritated. Thanks for nothing stock boy. I wanted you to go in the back and get me more cheap garlic powder not tell me what I already know.
So bitchy and icky I settle on milk, Pirate's Booty, yakisoba noodles and chocolate cake. I didn't need the chocolate cake but Aunt Flo's here for a visit and chocolate cake will shut her up. End of story.
So back home--minor stop to look for an accurate digital bathroom scale. Then home to talk with boy on the phone--he has pink eye [the virus kind] and sounds awful. Poor thing.
That's all for now.