Does This Look Like A Clothes Bin?

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I tried to be patient. I lasted three whole days without saying a word but something inside me snapped on day four.

"Is there any reason your shirt is stuffed into the vase on our dresser?" I asked Blair.

"Oh. Yeah. It's got a stain on it."

The look on my face indicated I was somehow (go figure) failing to make the connection.

"Yeah, it's got a stain on it and I need to wash it so I left it out to remind me and I know you don't like stuff thrown on the floor."

My gosh, they are cute when they try, aren't they? But seriously, the vase? Not a clothes bin. Why do they do that? 

Why It's Important To Hang Out With Writers

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I miss my writing friends. These are the people who, like me, find it fun to sit around a table at a coffee shop for hours on end discussing plot, dialogue, and the newest crap out on the market and various theories on how this junk came to be published when no one will look at our obviously superior novels? (We writers are an egotistical bunch.)

But I've discovered that more than missing them, I need my writer friends.

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Earth Fare Sneezing Massacre

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So yesterday afternoon I'm in the high-end, whole foods, granola-lovin' grocery store Earth Fare. It is my desire to one day be able to afford to do all my shopping at Earth Fare instead of buying the occasional Madjool Date or sprouted organic frozen tortillas. But for the moment, I pop in once a week to buy that which is unavailable in more traditional markets. 

I'm roaming the bin aisle in search of nutritional yeast flakes when I feel a sneeze coming on. The aisle is semi-crowded with an Earth Fare worker loading shelves, a family of three at one end, and several single shoppers dipping into nearby bins. 

Wanting to be polite, as I know I'll soon be using my hands to grasp the bin shovels, I turn my face and lower my nose and mouth into my left shoulder/upper arm and give a delicate ah-choo. 

Only it didn't come out as delicate ah-choo. Instead, it came out more like a ahhh-PLBBBTTH complete with flying saliva and mucus. 

Yeah, just one of those moments you want to treasure forever. And yes, I pretty much high-tailed it straight out of there. 

Cheers,

Dena