Yep… as it turns out, I wound up going to two parties, not just one. I was barely at either of them for long enough to say I legitimately went, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, I suppose! I thought I was going to be late to the kid’s party, because, well, I’m a timely person. I think it is extremely rude and disrespectful of others and their time to show up late. Are you the type of person who is always early, late, or exactly on time?
I got there before my “best friend” did. (She WAS my best friend when I was younger. Hence the quotation marks.) Whoops. When she finally did get there, she was running around in circles trying to make sure everything was ready. But she did take the time to tell me that she was “so embarrassed,” and when I asked why (because isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?), she said that she went shopping on Friday since she had nothing to wear to this party, and then when she got home she decided that the outfit she’d bought made her look… and she stared at me meaningfully. Now, this could be filled in with “fat” or “pregnant,” and I know for a fact that she is not pregnant. So she is asking me if she looks fat. I was flabberghasted. (Funny word!!) She is the ONLY one of my friends who has any idea about my ED, and she asks ME whether she looks fat?! Why couldn’t she ask any one of our other friends?! Or a relative, for heavens’ sake… why ME???
Anyway, next party. I wasn’t even supposed to go to this, but hooray for spontaneity… though we got there so late, between traffic and the rain, that we were only there for a few minutes!! (“We” being my parents and me.) So this is where we went…
My great aunt’s 101st birthday party!! It’s mind-boggling, really; she is more than four times my age.
After we got back from that party, the rain had all but stopped, so I decided to go to the supermarket and stock up on tofu. I used to buy it on Amazon, but I recently realized that it’s actually cheaper in this particular supermarket. So I dropped off my dad at work and headed out. I hadn’t even driven three blocks before I saw one of my sisters running down the street like a madwoman, so of course I stopped and asked her where on earth she was going; she was thrilled to see me (well, to see the car!) and asked if I could drive her to the museum, because she had gone there with the kids and realized that their ID cards were at home, so she left the kids there (not child abandonment, my oldest niece is seventeen! ;)) and ran home to get the ID cards. So I drove her there, which was totally in the opposite direction, and then headed to the supermarket. Now, I don’t know if this is because it is Sunday or because the police just like to be obnoxious, but there were a whole bunch of streets that were blocked off for no good discernible reason. Result? T R A F F I C. I am sure you can imagine that I am not the world’s most patient person; sitting in traffic and watching the light switch from green to red and back again multiple times while I am sitting in one place pretty much makes my blood boil. I tried telling myself that in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter that I was sitting in traffic for half an hour on this particular day. I tried counting to ten, over and over and over. I tried breeeeeathing. Obviously, I made it there and back, but it was such an aggravating experience… I vastly prefer driving in the middle of the night when there aren’t many other cars around! How do you deal with traffic frustrations?
Maybe this helped make up for it a bit… remember the spaghetti squash I had hanging around on my counter? I thought I probably ought to DO something with it before it went bad… originally I was planning to mix it with this, but wouldn’t you know, the store didn’t have any… so I bought some portobella mushroom caps on a whim, since I haven’t had them in quite a while. The result of my experiment (sorry about the crappy picture!):
Three reasons why this will definitely be repeated:
- I had forgotten how much I love grilled portobella mushrooms
- Pretty much anything with Sonny & Joe’s sauteed eggplant is incredible
- I accidentally undercooked the squash a bit, so the strands were a little crunchy. Next time I will do it that way on purpose, because it is so much better!
One of my albino cory catfish was huddling in the top of the tank near the heater, in what I call the Graveyard because so many fish seem to go there to die. This didn’t bode well, and I didn’t like that, so I did yet another water change. Then I tested the ammonia and pH levels, which were as close to perfect as they’ve ever been, and so I don’t know what’s wrong with him / her / it… which obviously calls for medication. I’m prescription-happy! I just hope he / she / it doesn’t die, because I really can’t deal with even more fish corpses right now. Hmph.
Ah, yes, I also must share another reason why I am an idiot. Or, okay, maybe I’M not an idiot, but I certainly do a lot of idiotic things! To summarize, I hate birthdays — my own most of all. They’re just so anticlimactic. Still, it’s sort of a tradition for me to go to a baseball game on or around my birthday. When I was in high school I went with my friends, but last year I went with my dad, and I’m going with him again this year. So I’m looking for tickets, and I found some on eBay, and I bid on them, because I didn’t realize that there are nine DAYS left to the auction, not nine HOURS. It’s not that big of a deal, I guess — if I’m outbid, I’ll just get different ones; if I’m not outbid, great, I have tickets. It’s just annoying to overlook something so obvious. (Cue Dad: “How did you do a thing like that?” RAWWR.)
Tomorrow it’s back to work… I’m tempted to throw a tantrum, but not to shock you, or anything, I am too tired! So here’s a little fact for you, which is probably not true at all. Snapple “Real Fact” #246: The “silk” of a gold spider is stronger than steel threads of the same diameter.
Have a glorious start to your week!