Sunday, I went to Bed Bath and Beyond to buy some more Copco mugs that resemble Starbuck mugs. Starbucks has a glass version-but really SB, WHO carries glass in their car? But, I love the whole lid thing-because yes, I'm a spiller of epic proportions, combine that with birds flying, dogs a barking, old people-and yes, lids are a good idea.
What the hell was I talking about? Needless segues that take on a life of their own, KMA.
So, two hours later, I roll out of the store with a Mustang Back seat LOAD. Yes, it's true, I had been intending to buy a new pillow and a bed wedge, and a small humidifier for my bedroom. I needed the random serving dishes and I had been looking for a little melon baller spoon to make Prozac meatballs for Moon. I've been moaning about wine going bad, so I bought a new-fangled stopper that is supposed to do the trick. So, three hundred and lots dollars later, I roll out with my cups. KISS MY ASS.
I was so annoyed with myself I went to Pier One to pick up little spoons they left out of my sack last week and I said "To HELL with it" and bought the trays I needed for Thanksgiving and the wine glasses I needed n case I am able to drink wine and then went next door and replaced the house shoes I left in P-town when I got locked out of my room because I went to the beach in my house shoes. Not having house shoes? I think NOT-KMA.
I did the same thing at the hardware store. YES. Hardware store, earlier in the week. I went to buy a new lock and bolt cutters (to remove the old lock) and came out with bolt cutters, a new lock, 6 keys for said new lock, a mini hacksaw, blades for the hacksaw and last but not least, a dog chuck-it. They were having a 20 percent off anything that fits in the sack sale-so I am now ready to break into to Fort Knox AND tire out my dogs. KMA retail stores luring me with your stupid sacks.
And the worst thing about is, it's never done. EVER. Things wear out, they have to be replaced, a new better model comes along, I suddenly have the need to saw may way out of something that is too big for the mini-hacksaw to handle. You know. The sheer neediness of life. KMA.
But isn't my mammoth ass to die for?