This part is an addendum to my "don't try this at home" post previous to my neurotic post.
When I went to the store this week I turned down the aisle actually in search of the Empress's matzoh ball mix dumpling solution. I thought that sounded interesting. As I stuck my nose in the air to waltz with disdain past the noodles I glanced down to give them a dirty look and .....
Sitting all alone on an otherwise empty shelf several feet from the egg noodles was.....
1 BAG of Mueller's Old Fashioned Dumpling's. No Kidding. I almost fainted. I wish I had a camera phone to prove it but I'm a dinosaur. I thought I was having hallucinations and stood in front of it for at least 3 minutes before I swooped it up LMAO. All alone in the grocery store laughing to myself...out loud. I kept breaking into giggles as I finished my shopping and then I noticed that the store employee's were grinning at me as I passed and they all asked how I was today and I said I was Fine! I'm so fine because this is Awesome! Now my blog is anonymous so after a few minutes of greetings from managers and stockers I started to get paranoid. Why are they so happy? Do they know something? Did Mueller's track my IP address and report to the stores in my area that they should put out 1 bag of dumplings as bait and wait for the woman who grabbed them up laughing hysterically so they could call me out and blow my blog cover on the Internet? Did my favorite check out lady accidentally come across my blog and put together the fact that I live in a warm climate, the story about Littlest shouting the F word in the middle of the department store ( which I told her), and my depression at the lack of dumplings? I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that there was a woman wandering around the store.....laughing and talking to herself......they were probably speaking to each other over tiny microphones giving directions like: She coming around due East and headed for dairy, keep your eyes peeled , we have a live one. So, anyway...I escaped with my 1 bag of dumplings and so far haven't been taken away to a place where they would spoon feed me strained dumplings while my arms and legs are restrained and electroshocked me until I agreed to use egg noodles like everyone else.
Some other observations.
1. Spell check always wants me to capitalize the word "internet." I don't want to, I'm not that impressed with it.
2. It also says "electroshocked is not a real word". But I don't care.
3. I've spent a good amount of time piddling around on my own blog this morning but Do you know what I'm supposed to be doing? I'm supposed to be getting tax stuff together so we can get the ball rolling because we need to fill out Middlest's FAFSA for college in case she decides to pass German and gets tired of being The Lord of the Lobby at work. She's nothing like her mother of course. Why, she is Working Hard on an essay in her literature class right this minute. I know because she just sent me a text that says..."I think Mrs. W mighta been really gorgeous when she was young. u can tell if u really look at her....
Ok, I will get back to work in a minute because there is something else I haven't finished.
I would like to Thank Mrs. Tuna at Working Womans Guide To Dinner for thinking of me for this Stylish Blogger Award. Even though I am wearing my pajama's, a ten year old fleece jacket and fake uggs from Kmart, which are my slippers that I can drive the kids to school in as well as tramp around the yard if I feel like it.
Anyway, these are the rules:
a) Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award.
b) Share 7 things about yourself
c) Award 15 recently discovered bloggers
d) Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award
The only problem is I have to admit I haven't recently discovered 15 bloggers.
However, if I ever get around to it I will be saving this for them.
If you have not met Mrs. Tuna yet you NEED to go say hi because I think you will like her. I certainly do! She is FUNNY! And! She Really Does Recipes! Good Ones!
So quit wasting time here and head on over! I need to get back to work because my boss...also known as my husband just got home. I don't get special treatment, he'll Dock My Pay and I can't survive without my chocolate chip cookies. ; )
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