not sure who gets this tough-love mail... i've gotten out the tough-love stationery and am not sure whom to write. do i write the checker in lane #5 at my local Kroger? the manager of the store? take it on up the chain and call for the head of Kroger's Secretary of Seniors, since it definitely must be the Secretary's fault that an inconsiderate moron checked me out? well, anyway, i've got to write someone...
dear people at Kroger responsible for making sure that seniors are helped out when necessary,
i was out of Coca-Cola today so i got up off my butt and went to Kroger, and when i was checking out, the little old lady in front of me was trying to get her groceries out to the car. i watched her all the way to the door (i was waiting to pay and there were folks behind me), as she sloooooooooooowly crept. when she finally made it through the door (i didn't want to say it within earshot, because what if that embarrassed her?), i motioned toward her and said to I'm Just Here for a Paycheck, "um, she may need some help out." what did I'm Just Here for a Paycheck do? turned around to the lady minding the self-check aisles and kinda threw out a "you think she needs help?" i didn't see Self-Check Superfluosity's response, but no one helped. not so much as a "help out on aisle 5"!!! Just Here just kinda ignored Shoppin' Senior, who was clearly having trouble. i was a little ticked off. so then Just Here gave me my receipt and i headed out the door. Shoppin' Senior was just arriving at her car, which was actually parked right next to mine, and when i asked if she would like some help loading her groceries, she looked so RELIEVED!! and thanked me over and over... um, yeah, Just Here, i'd say she needed some help out. great job.
the old man is snoring... or not... just when i got home from Kroger, it caym a doowwnpooour (going for Texan there). two minutes after i got back inside, of course, it stopped. then started. then stopped. and we're talking hard, horizontal rain. i just wish the old man wasn't such a light sleeper; i could go for a rainy-day nap.
hooray! i'm forced to eat ice cream and cookies!! so i'm moving in probably less than 2 weeks, and like any responsible food-lover, i just can't bear to let all that freezer & fridge food go to waste when i move. so i have to eat all the ice cream in my freezer (i've worked it down some, but i'm pretty sure i still have 2 whole pints of Chunky Monkey and various other half-eaten hippy ice cream). plus all that freezer cookie dough. yay!!
where do i put my bobbleheads? i used to keep my 'NSYNC bobbleheads on my bookshelf at work (a CPA firm, partners loved that), but now i'm thinking i'll keep them at home when i move. so where should i put them? suggestions? keep it clean, please...
a nice, clean Breeze... to help with my allergy-induced migraines, i bought a Sharper Image Ionic Breeze Quadra 4 or whatever it's called. i cleaned the grid for the first time last night, and wow!! it really does clean the air. no dusting ever again! right?
good EW... though their blatant politics totally beat me down to the point that i've started skipping a lot of the articles and just hit the high points, i would just like to thank Entertainment Weekly for always being there for me in the hot-guy-pics department. i stopped getting People, because i was really tired of every other issue being about gastric bypass surgery and (yes, still) Princess Di, and i've not regretted that decision. i contemplated dropping EW for the political garbage they always throw at me, but as long as they continue to provide beautiful pictures of Orlando Bloom, the hottest elf EVER, my subscription is guaranteed.
well, friends, you can count on it... i've now been told by Spidade that i can and WILL make it back to the Metroplex once a month; he's gonna miss me too. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. or maybe he's just worried that i'm not going to call him after each episode of ALIAS to discuss... don't worry, Spidade, you're the only one as obsessed as i am... and i love you too. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
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