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And somehow, we're back to Monday again. Ew. Yesterday, I did nothing. We walked the dog a few times, and in the late afternoon, we went to Sam's Club. Once in a while, I get the urge for seafood. It's not frequent, but sometimes. And Sam's had fresh shrimp and lobster on sale. So, I thought I'd get some shrimp and steam it up, and then get some lobster and have a fancy dinner.
I stood at that fucking counter for what had to be 15 minutes, without a single person showing the slightest inclination of waiting on me. A dude came out doing warp 9, ignored my raised hand, and kept on going. I finally gave up on the one thing that I bothered to come for (because neither the shrimp or lobster can be delivered). I was very grumpy and sad. There will be no shrimp for me for lunch today or tomorrow.
I was so grumpy that I didn't bother getting frozen shrimp or lobster tails. Only the fresh would do.
Plus, I have no fucking space in my freezer.
I have some farmers market stuff to continue eating. Tonight though, steak fajitas. Tomorrow, the giant thing of salmon that Jess picked out. I'm not a huge fan of salmon, but I can cook it somehow that I'll enjoy it.
I want to make spaghetti with chicken one night, too. I got a big fresh bunch of basil and plenty of tomato sauce.
Tomorrow, I shall redye my hair. The one I used last time, whose brand I cannot remember did not cover the gray well. This time, I'm trying Madison Reed, which swears it will cover gray. We'll give it a shot.
My face is well and truly broken out. I've tried lotion and cream, but now I'm using a bit of hydrocortisone. It doesn't seem to like the makeup I've been wearing. So, if the cortisone continues to help, I'll just automatically put that on when I take the makeup off.
I'm a little bit sore today, but I just took my ibuprofen, so hopefully that'll help.
And on that note, it's time to get myself together. The croissant from the farmer's market is calling my name. Everyone have the best Monday you can Monday!
I stood at that fucking counter for what had to be 15 minutes, without a single person showing the slightest inclination of waiting on me. A dude came out doing warp 9, ignored my raised hand, and kept on going. I finally gave up on the one thing that I bothered to come for (because neither the shrimp or lobster can be delivered). I was very grumpy and sad. There will be no shrimp for me for lunch today or tomorrow.
I was so grumpy that I didn't bother getting frozen shrimp or lobster tails. Only the fresh would do.
Plus, I have no fucking space in my freezer.
I have some farmers market stuff to continue eating. Tonight though, steak fajitas. Tomorrow, the giant thing of salmon that Jess picked out. I'm not a huge fan of salmon, but I can cook it somehow that I'll enjoy it.
I want to make spaghetti with chicken one night, too. I got a big fresh bunch of basil and plenty of tomato sauce.
Tomorrow, I shall redye my hair. The one I used last time, whose brand I cannot remember did not cover the gray well. This time, I'm trying Madison Reed, which swears it will cover gray. We'll give it a shot.
My face is well and truly broken out. I've tried lotion and cream, but now I'm using a bit of hydrocortisone. It doesn't seem to like the makeup I've been wearing. So, if the cortisone continues to help, I'll just automatically put that on when I take the makeup off.
I'm a little bit sore today, but I just took my ibuprofen, so hopefully that'll help.
And on that note, it's time to get myself together. The croissant from the farmer's market is calling my name. Everyone have the best Monday you can Monday!
