So yesterday was a big day.

I went to the supermarket, did my laundry, did the dishes, and took out the garbage. Hold me back!

When I went to the store, I did the thing that I always do, in that the carts are about a mile and a half round the corner of the supermarket and I'm so bone idle that I always think "O, I'm only getting a couple of things--I can carry a basket!" and then proceed to buy 200 pounds of groceries, breaking my arms lugging them all over the store in the process.

Yesterday my groceries were so heavy, and I was carrying all forty-three bags with the handles round my wrists, that when I got home my left hand was actually purple.

One thing that was interesting, was that I had to get a ten pound bag of cat litter that I knew I couldn't possibly carry with the rest of the rubbish I was buying, so I staggered home with the groceries (have I made it clear enough that they were very heavy indeed?), dumped them, and went to the deli to get the cat litter.

My point is, though, that I was too lazy to carry them inside, so I just put them in front of the house, and wandered away like a baby duck, and they were still there when came back, exactly as I expected them to be!

I couldn't have done that in Brooklyn...

So I go out to the corner the other morning and I just miss a van that clearly had empty seats, but it just drove past me, so I said, as I always do "Hope you crash!" because I am a bad, spiteful person and it makes me feel better.

Five minutes later, another van pulls up and I get in and we drive off and about halfway through the tunnel, we stop.

The other lane is moving along nicely, but our lane is at a dead stop. Finally, we were able to merge into the other lane, and we drive up to the reason for the stoppage...

And it was the van that had dissed me, broken down in the Lincoln Tunnel.

Don't give me any shit, or I'll put a curse on you, too!

We've been having this conversation on regional foods on Diary L, it began as a comparison between french fries and chips, and it has, of course, turned into a flame war, if only a minor flame war.

We can turn anything into a flame war on Diary L!
We are up to the challenge.

Jody wrote me a note congratulating me on the New York Times interview and saying that she was going to live vicariously through my journal. Of course, my response was:

"O Lord, if someone's living vicariously through ME, I'm really misrepresenting my life!!"

One year ago today:
What fresh hell for my cats will today bring?

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