For some unknown reason, the newspaper was delivered to my house this morning. This is a good thing, because now I don’t have to go to the store to get it! We had been getting it delivered on Sundays, but after five weeks in a row of getting it soggy or late, I got fed up and cancelled it. I don’t mind going out to get it, since our grocery store now has a Starbucks and I can get a latte instead of waiting for Freddie’s coffee, which is good but very very strong.
Today is going to be a nice day, I hope. We are going down the shore for tacos and to meet a few of my Imaginary Internet Friends who are going to be in town. Freddie usually just shakes his head when I try to explain my IIFs, but he has his whole ManKind Project thing that he does so it’s the same thing.
I’m hoping DestructoBaby will be pleasant enough for the afternoon. She generally is, but lately she’s been waking up from naps all snarly and pissed off. I have no idea why, since she’s usually quite lovely and charming after having slept for a while. She’s weird. She’s also eleven months old today, which blows my mind. Eleven months? Already? Didn’t I just give birth?
I also have to go to the grocery store, which is starting to make me fiercely angry. The produce in our grocery store is unbelievable shitty. Whole Foods has lovely produce, but it’s fifteen miles away and I always end up buying a whole bunch of shit that looks pretty but that I don’t need and therefore spend eight million dollars. There are a bunch of farm markets nearby, but in order to get everything I want, I generally have to go to at least three of them, which is a pain in my ass and waste of gasoline, which I am very much trying not to do. I suppose Whole Foods splits the difference, but…