Blog ideas usually, as most of you know, come from me being absurd and living a life that seems to attract the weird and the depraved.
For some reason though I cannot pin point a moment of absurdity...a tale of weird. So I present to you a random collection of my week.
Three out of four bridesmaids agree; they want to sleep with my best friend.
But my best friend would trade it all for a magnificently delicious burrito.
For the fist time since high school I bought a pair of shoes that are not Converse All Stars.
Since my feet broke the size 16 marker I have jsut gone with what I know, rather than embarassing myself at some store. I rodered them online.
They are a sleek paid of Pumas, dark-brown suede with yellow highlights. My new dancing shoes, I said.
But what icked the soles out from under me was the fact that as they got to the post office, my FedEx tracker showed it was going to take more than a week to ship them.
Why? Well, it take a little while to ship shoes that weigh about 5 lbs, the post office employee said to me, laughing.
Standing in line at the Hen House grocery store I surveyed the goods I had selected and now had laid out on the convyer belt for check out.
the man behind me stepped up to slay out his own wares.
As he set them on the belt as well, I noticed a star distrinction between the two.
he had apples, grapes, strawberries, fine cheeses and what looked like about a dozen veggies all delicately placed before him.
I had pizza rolls, easy mac, hamberger helper and frozen pizzas.
"Ah, to be young again," he said marvling at my choiced.
"Young has nothing to do with it," I said, slighly hiding my man-which sloppy joe mix.