I've been in a funk all week. UGH.
One of the Magee children told my oldest child that there is a real movie based on Veggie Tales "Lord of the Beans." Wonder what that movie could be.
I ordered a bra online the other day and UPS says it was delivered yesterday, only IT WASN'T. When I called the company, they said they would launch an investigation. An investigation. I'm launching my own investigation, I just hope it doesn't turn out that my UPS man is a cross dresser and is wearing my bra.
Yesterday I had to buy new landline phones for the house. Now I'll have to enter all the numbers that were saved on the old phones. Maybe I'll just wait for peeps to call me and then hit "save."
My scrapbooky friends and I will be spending next weekend (my birthday weekend) in a cabin at one of the state parks of the Mosquito State. This would be the state park that has signs warning of alligators. Lucky me.
Update on the bra investigation! Ok, UPS.com said that my bra was delivered yesterday at 3:01 pm, but it wasn't. Fast forward to today at 3:01 — doorbell rings, it's the UPS man. WEIRD. Was UPS.com having ESP about my bra delivery and just got the date wrong? It would suck to be clairvoyant and only get half of things right.
At the grocery store today, there were two guys in the deli section talking about Sexy Sax Guy. Have you ever wanted to jump in on a conversation and say, "I can tell this story better than you..."
Duran Duran was on in the store when I overheard their conversation, then Joni Mitchell. You can't follow up "Rio" with Joni Mitchell. That's just wrong. After Joni Mitchell it was Johnny Cash. My grocery store smokes crack.
Also, at the grocery store, the deli woman would not sell me dark meat only fried chicken and looked at me like I was asking for something crazy. It's not like I was asking for fried ostrich (though I bet that would be tasty). My children only like dark meat chicken and I wasn't eating it, so I thought I'd ask for all dark. It was not to be.
Also, my grocery store no longer carries risotto rice (aborio) in the big container I like. Now it's only in a small bag-type-thingie, which isn't what I like. Was I the only one buying it? Target isn't carrying my mocha coffee for the Keurig anymore. Not happy.
Do you know of the Michael's Arts and Crafts? When I go there it's just like Cheers. The problem is that I want to go somewhere nobody knows my name.
So, I went to the nail salon yesterday. This is not news. I go there every two weeks. The news is that my nail tech told me her entire life story, including a story about a woman she grew up with in Vietnam, who, as an adult, had a DIY Caesarean section and died. It was just the light conversation I like when I visit the nail salon. "Hi, how are you? Do you like your nails squoval? Would you like to hear the most horrible death story on earth?"
