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I had to laugh because it’s true. Last night we cut down the cardboard boxes, because Monday is trash collection in our area.

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I had to laugh because it’s true. Last night we cut down the cardboard boxes, because Monday is trash collection in our area.

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I promise I wanted one yogurt, not 19. 🙂 Mango yogurt, dairy-free, made from coconut milk. It’s my favorite but I almost fainted when I opened the grocery bag. It made me laugh, but it also showed me to double-check all the orders I call in.

A turquoise leather color purchased online two weeks ago is laying at a post office in Ukraine. I didn’t notice where I was ordering from until yesterday when I started wondering why it hadn’t arrived?

I went to the grocery store yesterday, and the amount of heavily loaded grocery carts people were pushing around shocked me. “Are we the only house with a pantry in our neighborhood?” I wondered. I concentrated on my own shopping list and tried not to be affected by the hoarding behavior around me.

Today I am mighty-proud-of-myself Bridget. I think I might have done some good today, which of course would be so much better if I didn’t gloat about it, but what can I say, I don’t believe in heaven or any other afterlife-reward-system, so I suppose in my case, it doesn’t matter.

One day a poor soul somewhere in a call center far, far away will record a conversation with me and the next day, a video clip will be made public and people all over the world will listen to me, in one of my darkest moments.

I woke up cranky yesterday; every bone in my body hurt. I quickly diagnosed myself and decided I wasn’t sick enough to stay in bed, got up and dragged myself through the day.

I went grocery shopping the other day and I noticed the ladies right after I entered the store. It was a small group of women and I watched them as they were pushing two carts, they were shopping together. They talked with each other in a language that I couldn’t understand. They were refugees from Africa. I don’t know where exactly from.