Did everyone else have a halcyon period, where they could drink and drink (and maybe smoke some things) and drink some more, and not go to sleep, and carry on?
Pretty sure it’s over, since today’s Tuesday, and I STILL feel like a freaking Sunday morning.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s why I’m……easily bothered.
For your persual, a list of today’s offenders:
1. Articles in magazines titled, “How To Find $1000 in Your Budget!”.
And it turns out that I’m already doing all ten things on the list of ways to save money. As is everyone else who’s not a Rockefeller. But I don’t feel one damn bit richer.
2. Dresses with pockets.
(Image from here.)
Because when I get all dressed up, I like to have the option of looking slouchy.
3. Kids’ jokes that aren’t even fucking funny.
From the latest issue of “Chirp” magazine:
Does the children’s publishing industry need to be schooled in what makes a successful knock knock joke? Because that ain’t it.
4. Reusable shopping bags.
Don’t misunderstand me: they’re a lovely idea, they keep those horrible plastic bags out of landfills. I own some.
But do I ever, EVER remember to put the damn things in the car on my way to the store? No, I do not.
And then I get to feel even guiltier than I used to about walking through the parking lot with a cart full of plastic bagged groceries, fluttering in the breeze.
I reserve the right to add to this list at any time.
I think it’s going to be one of those weeks.