Trifling matters that drive Rebecca to MASS MURDER!
The baggers at my grocery store are terrible! I always bring two reuseable tote bags when I go grocery-shopping; I fill them up as I shop, and can almost always fit all but a few items in them. But when I check out, the cashier takes all the items out of the bags to scan them, and the bagger never fails to repackage them badly. The last two times I went, he refilled my tote bags to quarter-capacity, then packed everything else in plastic bags at the rate of one item per bag. Such wastefulness really aggrevates me. If it happens again, I'm going to say something, although I doubt it will have much effect since most of the baggers at that store are literally retarded.
By some Christmas miracle, a little of the ice must have melted off Boss Man's icy heart, because I'm off for both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day! I haven't been off for both these days since 2007, and that hardly counted because that year, I spent Christmas wandering around London in the rain and sleeping alone in a hostel (although my cousin Laura and her family very kindly let me stay with them for the first part of my visit to London; I worry now that I wasn't as good a guest as I should've been).
Athena came over last night and watched The Kids Are All Right with Sara and me. We ended up making her watch "The Bed Intruder Song" on YouTube, and I think she was more than a little weirded out when we both started singing along in unison.
P.S. The title of this entry comes from a letter my Uncle Johnny wrote to my dad back in the late '90s. He was talking about Frank Sinatra (who I think had just passed away) and said, "In later years, Francis got sloppy, but I remember he used to hit the first D in Night anD Day. It is usually sung as Night Anday, a trifling matter that drives people to mass murder." Haha. I think his humor was a lot like Dad's.