Recently I have been on a little shopping spree. I just haven't been able to help myself. So far, I've bought two bras (Vicky's Secret semi-annual clearance), a nifty neato outfit consisting of a shirt and a skirt (big sale at the Gap), two pairs of shoes, one of the "fuck-me" variety, which made me think of HWMNBN, which made me have to text message him to inform him of said purchase. (Also in there: two movie tickets and part of a pair of shoes for Nancy, who could not live without them before she departed for Charleston.) I thought I had managed to stop there, but then tonight I bought a DVD. I have to stop soon, though, as it is the start of the month, and this means rent is due.
Evidence that I am a dork: There is a frosted mini-wheats commercial that I keep seeing in which there is a spelling bee, and the little girl is supposed to spell aardvark, and she starts with "a-r" and then the little mini-wheat square stops her, and she gets it right, making the point that if you eat breakfast, you'll be smarter, but the thing is, anyone who has ever participated in a spelling bee (or watched one, since ESPN now televises them) knows that once you say a letter, you can't start over, so once she said "a-r" she'd be done. This commercial, then, IRRITATES ME TO NO END.
I have this unsettling feeling that something is about to happen. I don't know if it's good or bad.
The 4th of July makes me sad. Sarah didn't understand why -- she said it's not like I lost my virginity on that day (like she did, but then I didn't lose my virginity to a Major Leaguer, either, so that sort of evens out). In point of fact, I don't know why. It makes me reflective, and then I get sad, or something. I remember last year, how I had to call HWMNBN, not that he answered. And the year before, I was in the visitors dugout in Memphis, and I was sad then, too. Hmm.
Since I was sad, I had to make chocolate chip cookies, and it occurs to me that the Toll House recipe is very nearly perfect, because you can make it with a minimum of utensils, namely the 1/4-cup measure and a teaspoon. Or if you memorize the recipe, you can just sort of guesstimate. (Not that I have memorized the recipe or anything, oh no, not me.)
Newest google search to deposit someone at my site: "why doesn't Rod Brind'Amour grow a playoff beard?" That is funny.
Posted by Molly
at 11:03 PM EDT
