At the drug store today, I had an epiphany. One that won’t be a shocker to most people, but it was an epiphany to me nonetheless.
For our household, it’s more economical to buy pain medicine in larger bottles with more pills.
I know! I think I was stuck in the habit of buying the smaller bottles because that’s what we had growing up. But with the sinus problems Mr. M and I are prone to, we go through quite a bit of pain medicine. It’s actually cheaper and easier for us to buy one of those huge bottles than a bunch of little ones. Brilliant!
This little trick won’t work with everything (like my favorite treatment for acne that I really only use every once in a while). But I’m going to start looking around at more things we can buy in larger quantities that we’ll actually use before they spoil.
It’s still dreary here this afternoon, so I’m thinking that along with the cruise I mentioned earlier, I’d like to be offered a free stay at hotel near a beach somewhere. I’m thinking something close to white sand beaches, with cabana service and drinks with those little umbrellas in them. Huge beach umbrellas are a must, since I burn easily. Also, private beaches and private pools preferred.
Sigh. You’d think it’s the middle of winter, with all of my travel daydreaming!
Spring has sprung here in Louisville, and while I’m truly enjoying the warmer weather, I’m a little down about all of the rain we’ve been getting. Lots of cloudy, rainy days. They make me wish I could take a short cruise somewhere, just for a week or two until the rainclouds do their thing and depart. I’m not sure why I’m finding cruises so alluring all of a sudden, but I’ll just go with it.
That said, I am happy about the dozens of daffodils on the highway embankments. They’re blooming and happy and springlike, so maybe I’ll stick around and see what blooms next.
I have a lot of things in my office drawer that I only use on occasion. I have rubber bands, which seem to pile up but never get used. I have rubber stamps that are used only on specific documents. I have menus from the cafeteria from weeks in the past, and I have a bunch of salt packets for reasons unknown.
One thing that I have in my desk drawer that I use all the time is my glue stick. I hate, hate, hate licking envelopes, but a couple of swipes with the glue stick makes an impenetrable shield (for the most part) and spares me from having to taste envelope glue for the rest of the day.
My allegiences to office products are strange, but they are strong. Thank you, glue stick.
No, we haven’t gotten a puppy. But I have been spending some free time on the internet researching dog breeds, and fantasizing about what kind of dog I’d get if we could get a dog.
Right now we live in a very small apartment with two cats, so adopting a dog wouldn’t even be an option until we bought a house someday. A house situated so that I we could consider a wooden or aluminum fence installation, to keep the puppy safe and enclosed. Plus, a doggy door, but a magical doggy door that the dog can go in and out of, but that the cats can’t.
As you can see, this whole idea is still in the fantasy stages. But a girl can dream.
I was reading an article on Television Without Pity today, and it listed the luckiest characters on TV. One that I found funny was Dwight Schrute from The Office. He’s the anti-social, Battlestar Gallactica watching nerdy geek that always seems to make things harder on everyone around him, but still manages to keep his job. OK, most of the time, because he did end up working at Staples for awhile in tht one episode. But for the most part, he’s pretty lucky, because in real life he’d be running a sales job search after about a week of his shenanigans.
But that’s the beauty of TV. Crazy characters can do crazy things and we can sit back and enjoy them for a half hour each week, knowing that we don’t have to put up with them 8 hours a day, 5 days a week at work.
Maybe it’s our new city, but lately many people seem to be asking me strange questions. Most recently was at the pet store, where I was in line waiting to pay for some Litter Locker liners. The woman in front of me saw my purchase, and asked, “Has your cat ever had dandruff?” “Hmmm,” I said. “No, not really.” “My cat has dandruff, what should I do?”
I had no idea what to say. I’m guessing that there must be some special pet shampoo or pet supplements that could help her, but I didn’t know which ones to recommend. I just made some “good luck!” conversation, instead. I hoped she found what she needed to help her poor kitty.
This conversation made me appreciate our extremely low-maintenance cats.
It seems to me, that if we have Daylight Saving Time starting in early March, and it runs through the end of October, that since it’s 8 months long, that it is now the new “Standard” time.
I’m also thinking that if we have Daylight Savings Time in early March, we should adjust the earth’s access to bring warm weather along with the “later” daylight hours. Because it’s just weird when it’s chilly out when it’s sunny so late in the evening. My body can’t get adjusted to that, for some reason.
I’m also thinking that while I love living on the western edge of the time zone again, it really, really, really takes a lot of effort to get out of bed in the morning when it stays dark until at least 8 o’clock.
That is all.
You know I will always love you. You were the first super-fast, super-delicious, burritos-as-big-as-your-head type of burrito shop I ever visited, and that alone means you have a special place in my heart.
But here in Louisville, there are no Chipotles. And while I resisted as long as I could, the siren song of the fast-food burrito was too strong, and I had to feed the need for a chicken burrito.
Yes, Chipotle. I visited Qdoba. And I liked it. I even like the queso sauce on the warmed-in-the-weird-under-the-counter-drawer-thingy tortilla chips. I liked the chicken burrito, and I even liked that they had two choices of medium salsa.
Chipotle, don’t think of this as goodbye. Think of it as… a break.
Love,
Sweeter Lemon
Let it be known, that if you and I are ever chosen to run The Amazing Race, and for some reason I lead you up a hill that no one else seems to be climbing, and I refuse to turn back even if you believe we’re going the wrong way, and I make you hike for what seems to be miles and miles for hours and hours, until we’re oxygen deprived and most likely could be seen as retracing the Von Trapp escape path….
Let it be known that once we’re back on course, you have every right to say “I told you so.”
Right, Victor?
