Monday, October 08, 2007

In which I am Stupid

So I went to the grocery store this morning, as is my wont, because we needed stuff for dinner, and...I guess I don't have to explain why I went to the grocery store, do I?

But I felt all clever as I made my purposeful way down the aisles (I dislike grocery shopping, so tend to push my cart in front of me like a weapon in a desperate attempt to get in and get out quickly). We've probably got enough toothpaste left for the rest of the week, but I thought, "I'm going to be on top of things today!" and bought more. I remembered to get myself more razor blades. I got more diapers even though we have about half a package left. I bought more juice mix for the girls. All in an attempt to be a Homemaker, someone who knows instinctually what's happening in every little corner of her domain and is On Top Of It.

So, after grabbing some actual food, I headed to the self-service checkout aisle and rang myself up, scanned my bonus card, reached for my ATM card...

Oh, no.

I cleared out my pockets before I left the house and somehow the card came with the receipts. So I had to call the woman who supervises the self-service checkouts and explain it (of course, she's not the woman I usually see in the morning). She was very nice about it but still. My favorite part was when she clucked and worried that my frozen foods might go bad in the ten minutes it would take me to get home, grab the card, and head back. Um...they're french fries. I'm not worried.

But this is what happens when I try to be efficient. The world hits me with the dumb stick.

What else happened this weekend? Started a new book, excited about it. Did a few little edits on Demon Inside, which is now ready for those of you who volunteered to beta, so email me and let me know you're ready too. It's not perfect yet, but it's ready for critical "does this make sense without having read the first book" eyes. Read "Heart-Shaped Box" by Joe Hill. Very, very good, but he does seem to suffer a little from his father's "short sharp ending" syndrome. I still recommend it, though. Some scenes were extremely creepy.

And I guess that's it. I need to start writing down my blog topic ideas again. My mind is like a seive these days.


Robyn said...

I hate June Cleaver. My teens are starting to get up before I do- and then complaining that there's no food for breakfast that they can't just pour in a bowl.

I have breakfast planned, I really do, if you'll just give me a minute, and why are you up? Aren't teenagers supposed to sleep all the time? And then I see a pile of dishes I didn't do because I was watching reruns of Merlin on Sci-Fi channel, and...yeah. So not feeling the Happy Homemaker vibe.

writtenwyrdd said...

I laughed when I read that! Oh, isn't it true how we get our comeuppance served by our own selves more often than not?

I know I've had similar experiences, but cannot think of them at the moment.

Glad to hear you have started yet another book!

Kerry Allen said...

I'm so pleased frozen french fries constitute "actual food" someplace other than my house!

kirsten saell said...

At least you didn't go to the store specifically for milk, then get distracted by all the crap on special, spend $80, go home, and reach for milk that isn't there because you forgot to buy it. I live in a small town, so the cashiers notice when I'm in the store not just every day (I like my bread fresh) but sometimes two or three times a day to get the stuff I forgot.

Happy Thanksgiving from Canuckyland.


December/Stacia said...

Ugh, Robyn, I don't do breakfast, and I say teenagers are old enough to cook their own. Get them some frozen waffles and tell them to be grateful they're not working to pay for their food, lol.
Seriously, though. frozen waffles are great to have.

Yep, Written, indeed. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been feeling quite so smug.
Very excited about the new book, hoping it turns out as cool as I hope!

Lol Kerry, they're one of the main food groups in my house! Thanks for the comment. :-)

Happy Canucky T-day to you, kis! Oh yes, I hate having to go back and back again. I'm there just about every day because English fridges and freezers are minuscule so I can't shop for more than 2 days, at most, at a time. And yeah, sometimes I have to go more than once. I hate that. I feel like such a loser.

Rebecca said...

sounds just like me - and sometimes I try to be 'on top' of things too - you know buy extra stuff so that the house is well-stocked and everything can run efficiently - but then invariably I'll forget what I went to the shop for in the first place. And no point writing lists - I've tried that and always lose them before I get to the shop.

But, hey, you write can you be expected to remember trivialities such as the ATM card!! You should have staff to do that for you.

Serena Joy said...

A new book - yay!! No wonder you weren't into the grocery shopping. I've had experiences like that. It's embarrassing at the time, but it's usually pretty funny in retrospect.:)

Charles Gramlich said...

I had a bad case of the stupids myself yesterday, and most of today.

Demon Hunter said...

I feel your pain. Thank goodness I don't have to shop for anyone but me right now! :*)

Erica Ridley said...

Oh no! I've done stuff like that before. I so feel for you!