You want a good laugh?

   I'm writing this as soon as I got home, because I didn't want to forget it. I am not even eating my dinner until I get this down. I've been out most of the day today with my good knitting buddy, Kim. We went on a little road trip up to a LYS in Saugerties, which we've been meaning to do since forever. It was a very nice little shop, they have tea as well as yarn.


    After she dropped me off at home, I ran in the house to get my knitting, then went to visit my friend Bonny who's laid up after knee replacement surgery. She still has to get the other knee done later this year.


    After that visit, I went to the karate school to keep Kim company, as she is putting hours in just sitting there and knitting while the Cherub does her STORM(Special Team Of Role Models) Team time. They help out in all the classes, holding pads and such things.


    After a while, we decided it was time to go to the supermarket, the kid sitting in front of us either had really (REALLY) bad gas, or made a doodoo in his pants. SO off we went to the store.


    We separated, I went over to get my friend chicken, and Kim went to the salad stuff. when we reconnected a minute later, she told me about some crazy lady who has a lightning bolt drawn on her forehead. She said it looked like eyeliner, not a sticker. We walk past this woman, who was at the deli, and I see it too. We are both wondering how much of a Harry Potter fan are you, that you draw a lightning bolt on your forehead?


   We shrugged, and finished our shopping. As we were at the self checkout, I noticed a teenage girl had a lightning bolt on her forehead too. I wondered if the two ladies were perhaps together.  As we were walking out of the store, I had sudden thought. It's Wednesday, and Easter is coming.... "It's Ash Wednesday!!" I said to Kim. We both got laughing so hard, we were still giggling as we got back to the karate school.


    I remembered not because I was brought up a Roman Catholic, which I was; but because I have some facebook friends who are good Christians and have been posting about these things. I'm still amazed that we thought that woman was a Harry Potter fan. Chuckle, giggle, giggle. I think the Catholics are now convinced that I'm on the fast track to go to Hell. 

My day is not looking good

    Today I might as well go back to bed. It started out badly, one can only assume the rest of the day will be in that same vein. When I got up, I went to make my coffee and discovered that there was no half and half. Really, it's my own fault. I didn't get more when we were running low, and Hubs used the last of it this morning before work.


    So I get dressed and head to the local supermarket. I might as well get the other things we need too, right? I don't really want to have to come back later, after I've been caffeinated. Riiiiiight. I go and get everything we need, and finally reach my half and half. It's always in the same specific place, so I grab two and head for the checkout.


   I get home, and finally get to have my coffee. I start drinking it, and it doesn't taste right. It seems watery. I start wondering what the heck is wrong with the new coffee maker. I go to the refrigerator, and actually look at the containers of half and half that I had bought. The words on the carton say FAT FREE LACTOSE FREE MILK. The fracking container looks EXACTLY the same as the half and half, it just has these blasphemous words on it.


   Now, I've opened the one and I can't return it, so I dump the rest into the sink. I grab my purse, the second carton, and head back to the store. I explain what happened, and get my real half and half. I did mention that they might want to speak to their dairy guys. When I got home again, I decided I didn't want to make more coffee. I will just have to live through the day without it.


   The only thing worse than today's adventure was the day that I woke up and made coffee only to find the fracking coffee maker was busted. I actually had to go and buy a new coffee maker before I could have my coffee. Boy, did I grumble around the store that morning!

   
    P.S. I hope to get some knitting time in later, between the reading jags.