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Thirty-thousand-pounds-of-bananas!
Feb. 24th, 2006 12:00 pmToday has been a day of many adventures, and it's only noon. Very exciting. I wore my Vagina Monologues T-Shirt to class today, so that everyone will know that they should buy tickets. The back of my shirt, in HUGE font says "Vagina Dentata: What a wonderful phrase!" It's my motto! I was late, so not many people saw it, but I'll wear it again this afternoon for Con Law.
After class, I drove out to this "living estate sale" which I assume is like an estate sale where someone's moving into a nursing home instead. It's inside this beautiful house that I want so much now, with a huge kitchen full of many windows. I ended up kicking myself, because I should've skipped class and gone to this sale instead. There was a beautiful, wonderful, large china cabinet for only 250 dollars, but it was sold by the time I got there. Dammit, dammit. But I got tupperware and some fifty-cent towels, and a fifty-cent popcorn popper to replace the one we managed to melt the cord of. Very exciting.
On the way back from the sale, I got very lost. I managed to get out of this subdivision onto Windsor road, and had a quintessential "I don't know where I live anymore" moment. Eventually I found Duncan and made a fifty-fifty guess about which way I should turn on it. This was all very rural territory, and no real help with orienting me. On the way, I found the other County Market, the one we don't shop at. I'd never actually been there, but I forgot bread when I was shopping yesterday, and I wanted to get some popcorn. So I stopped in.
Turns out, this County Market is very different from the other County Market. The other County Market is very much a "Our quality is crap and we pass the savings on to you!" kind of mentality. This place had a big huge produce section, and it didn't even smell liked spoiled milk right when you walk in. I ended up getting my bread and popcorn, but I couldn't resist the bananas. These were not your average skinny, greeny, possibly good in a couple days sort of bananas. They were huge bananas, fabulous bananas. They waved thier banana-fingers at me and beckoned me in. I bought two bunches, because they were on sale. A remarkably good choice. I ate one in the car (and the humor in me chowing down on a big ol' banana while wearing the vagina dentata shirt was definitely not lost on me.) It was wonderful. I've eaten three of them already, and I hope I won't get banana-sick.
In any case, it turned out I had gone the right direction, and I got home without incident. The popcorn popper works like a charm, which makes me feel all happy inside. I've set the dishwasher to run, which makes me feel all efficient. And there's still time for a nap before class, which means that the winner is definitely me.
After class, I drove out to this "living estate sale" which I assume is like an estate sale where someone's moving into a nursing home instead. It's inside this beautiful house that I want so much now, with a huge kitchen full of many windows. I ended up kicking myself, because I should've skipped class and gone to this sale instead. There was a beautiful, wonderful, large china cabinet for only 250 dollars, but it was sold by the time I got there. Dammit, dammit. But I got tupperware and some fifty-cent towels, and a fifty-cent popcorn popper to replace the one we managed to melt the cord of. Very exciting.
On the way back from the sale, I got very lost. I managed to get out of this subdivision onto Windsor road, and had a quintessential "I don't know where I live anymore" moment. Eventually I found Duncan and made a fifty-fifty guess about which way I should turn on it. This was all very rural territory, and no real help with orienting me. On the way, I found the other County Market, the one we don't shop at. I'd never actually been there, but I forgot bread when I was shopping yesterday, and I wanted to get some popcorn. So I stopped in.
Turns out, this County Market is very different from the other County Market. The other County Market is very much a "Our quality is crap and we pass the savings on to you!" kind of mentality. This place had a big huge produce section, and it didn't even smell liked spoiled milk right when you walk in. I ended up getting my bread and popcorn, but I couldn't resist the bananas. These were not your average skinny, greeny, possibly good in a couple days sort of bananas. They were huge bananas, fabulous bananas. They waved thier banana-fingers at me and beckoned me in. I bought two bunches, because they were on sale. A remarkably good choice. I ate one in the car (and the humor in me chowing down on a big ol' banana while wearing the vagina dentata shirt was definitely not lost on me.) It was wonderful. I've eaten three of them already, and I hope I won't get banana-sick.
In any case, it turned out I had gone the right direction, and I got home without incident. The popcorn popper works like a charm, which makes me feel all happy inside. I've set the dishwasher to run, which makes me feel all efficient. And there's still time for a nap before class, which means that the winner is definitely me.
