Under normal conditions I don't mind doing the grocery shopping, but I don't like to do it under a time crunch. Of course shopping under said time crunch eliminates the possibilities for impulse purchases, so I suppose that is a good thing.
Until the store opens I will be transplanting the plants that came in the mail yesterday. That should more than keep me busy for a while. With any luck I'll get it done quickly and have time to kick back a little bit.
Watching American Idol last night was like a flashback to my early teens. Picture it, 1977 and every 13 year old girl in my school was ga-ga over Barry Manilow. With him as a guest host last night and all the songs I listened to over and over and over and over again as a kid being sung, it was quite a surreal experience.
I forced myself to watch Clueless afterwards to flush the songs out of my mind before going to sleep. I don’t even want to think of the dreams I would’ve had with those floating around in my mind while I slept.
Well, it’s time to go play in the dirt.