My favorite thing about my computer desk is that it sits right over a floor vent, so I put my feet on it while I write. This was EXTREMELY wonderful during the heat wave this summer, to have cold air blow right on to my feet, but it’s SO nice during the winter. There’s nothing more amazing than warm feet. (I’m a barefoot person, so I’m constantly plagued by The Cold Foot.)
Speaking of, we watched the Packers/Giants game tonight. Seriously. They played in -3 cold. Who DOES that? I don’t care if you’re paying me millions of dollars; you gotta draw the line somewhere. My line is anytime there is a “minus” included in the forecasted temperature.
I hate that Sunday has been designated “Every Old Person Go Grocery Shopping” day, because I unfortunately use Sundays to go grocery shopping. (Don’t make me kill you. Don’t be that person who points out the obvious.) And because I’ve recently decided to go back onto a pseudo-Atkins diet, I headed over to one of our “ritzier” stores. This means that every church-going elderly person was out to redeem all of the coupons in Sunday’s paper, while the generation above mine milled about completely unaware of anyone else around them. That’s my pet peeve; PUHLEEZE notice that I’m trying to get around you, while you’ve parked your buggy in the middle of the aisle so you can decide if you’d like pomegranate or mango juice this week. And is it NATURAL pomegranate juice, with all of the tanins? Or is it pasturized? And will I look skinnier if I buy the smaller size? I DON’T CARE; GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY.
And old people move so freakin’ slow. Don’t you realize that you don’t have much time left? Is THIS how you want to spend it? Deciphering the mystery coupon and if it applies to generic half-n-half or only the name brand? There’s a whole world out there, Greatest Generation. It doesn’t exist in the Publix, and it most definitely does not exist IN FRONT OF MY CART.
So, really, I’m only bitching because I’m trying to make light of the fact that I go back to work tomorrow. I’m in an okay mood at present; Tony seems to have gathered that I’m stressed, so it’s been a day of full of toothless grins and laughs on his end. Hopefully it will be an easy night, too, and tomorrow will be flawless. As we always do, we’ve way overscheduled my first week back to work, because we firmly believe in removing our will to live.
(I have nothing against the elderly. For the record.)