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The Geej was slightly feverish and C-R-A-N-K-Y this weekend. There was some murky snot going on too, so I'm thinking she has a bit of a cold. This evening, she seemed back to her old self, but her mood all weekend made the only 2 things I wanted to do--a play date with her boyfriend, George and a trip to the Austin Record Convention--not happen. Add to that that it was muggy and gross outside, and I'd say this weekend sort of sucked.
While shopping at Whole Foods today I saw the following:
- A teenaged girl with her mom. The girl was wearing FULL ON pajamas, and was braless to boot. It was noon. What a fucking brat.
- A couple having a MASSIVE argument in the dairy aisle. She slammed the cart into the cold case and just made the biggest scene. The guy was mortified.
- A guy in the paper towel aisle just drinking a beer, like it was the most normal thing in the world. When I sort of looked at him, he said, "Hair of the dog."
It's now 9:22 (thanks, time change!), and I'm sitting down to do, you guessed it, work. I am in what you would call a foul, foul mood.
4 comments:
Aw, I'm so sorry about your kitty. My parents had to do the IV thing with one of their dogs, which I have to believe is 1,000 times easier than doing it with a cat.
Wait, did I just say "doing it with a cat"? I apologize in advance for the google searches that will net you.
Oh, and I can totally tell you go to a different Whole Foods than I do because mine is filled with yuppie assholes who never do anything fun. If anyone in *my* WF was walking around drinking a beer, it would be some pretentious microbrew thing and he'd be wearing loafers with no socks.
So sorry about Ellen.
Now, about the beer thing, I was walking with baby in stroller at 8:15 this morning and a guy at the end of my street was drinking a Miller Genuine Draft in the bed of his truck in his driveway. Then, I went to Maria's for a taco and they had a band. Weird damn morning.
Aw, jeez, I'm sorry about Miss Ellen. I know you're doing the very best job you can to make her comfortable.
Weekends with a sick toddler are just about the worst.
Oh no! What's going on with your cat? We have a cat that is sick, but the vet can't figure out what is going on. She's down to 8 pounds) from over 10 and she throws up all the time.
I wish things like that would happen when I go to WF. I did see an orange man eating at the raw foods bar one time. Seriously. He was orange. Like an Oompa Loompa.
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