In theory, this was awesome; in reality, it was just “okay.” Don’t you hate it when that happens?
Lucky, lucky me had to work yesterday. I won’t whine about that, because I’m so over that. Instead, I will share the genius that is Mr. J. To preface, there is this thing in Jewish law called yichud. I arrived first at the office, as usual. Besides for me and Mr. J, there is one other religious guy who works there, and he arrived about an hour after I did. Because of the abovementioned law, he left the door unlocked. (So the hordes of people in the hallway could theoretically come barging in at any moment… except there was really nobody else there. Whatever.) Not long after that guy left for the day, Mr. J came over and wanted to know why the door was unlocked. I told him that that guy had unlocked it, and I assumed he understood why, but maybe that’s giving him too much credit… he said, “But he’s gone for the day,” and locked the door. I’m thinking, Okay… that is so totally not what I meant, but fine. A few minutes later, Mr. J jumped up and said to me, “We should leave this door open until one of us leaves.” I just stared at him for a few seconds and finally said, “That’s why the door was unlocked!” But suddenly it wasn’t enough to have the door unlocked; no, it needed to be wide open. I really cannot figure some people out sometimes.
I came home with the intention of eating hommus and carrots. I doled out the hommus onto a plate, went into the crisper for the baby carrots, and heaved a huge internal sigh. See, I’ve noticed there are three types of baby carrots: the regular, common baby carrots, as well as what I will call “fetus” carrots and “embryo” carrots. Apparently, the smaller the bag, the smaller the actual carrots… and because I love things tiny, I like the smallest bags. I think those are around 1.5 oz. (“embryo”), and I stumbled across them by accident once when Iwas looking for the 3 oz. (“fetus”) bags. When I was in the supermarket on Wednesday, they didn’t have either of those… so I explained to my mom the difference between them, and why I liked the smaller ones, and asked her to pick up a package of the “fetus” carrots when she went to the store on Thursday. I thought that the whole explanation would have made it clear that I only wanted the “fetus” carrots, because if I wanted baby carrots, I could have gotten them myself.
She bought baby carrots.
Which was nice of her, even though I could have bought that myself and thought I had done an adequate job of expressing that; but I was not going to throw a tantrum over it. I chose to just say “Thank you,” return the carrots to the refrigerator, and kill my tastebuds with this instead:
I’m thinking of throwing in the towel on making my own waffles; I ought to just stick to pancakes! Either that, or I shouldn’t be such a cheapskate and buy a good-quality waffle maker… or maybe, just maybe, I should stop over-filling the stupid thing.
My mom and I finally played Scrabble, since I took a rain check on it on Thursday night…
My dad took a pass. How odd. (NOT — I think he’s only played with us once. Boo. My mom is probably ruing the day she ever suggested we buy this game! ;))
My otocinclus died, so I guess now I’ll be making a trip to the pet store tomorrow… I ought to just bring a sleeping bag and set up shop there. It’s getting kind of ridiculous! Maybe I should buy two algae eaters so that when one of them inevitably croaks, I don’t have to go rushing out to buy another one right away. Gah.
I also need to make a Winkflash order. Like, in a major way. But I’m being a total procrastinator, because I’m so good at that! I know where my true talents lie…
Tomorrow is a fast day, and as on several past fast days, I am being precluded from fasting. It’s a “minor” fast day, so there are lots of other people who won’t be fasting either, but still… it irks me. (And the word “fast” is beginning to look weird, because any word gets that way if you use it too much.)
Oooh, but I remember (well, sort of) the dream I had last night! This makes it… what, three remembered dreams in less than two weeks?! … This one was, unsurprisingly, quite odd and involved me driving a car, nearly running over a child’s bike (without the child on it), then somehow winding up in said child’s house. She had a million sisters and a really nice mom, and that’s about all I can recall. Very odd.
Have a great Sunday!