On Monday, I bought strawberries at the Jewel, our grocery store. That night I wanted to eat said strawberries, but realized they'd never made it home.
I bought MORE strawberries at Costco on Tuesday. Ever bypassed something at the regular store, like strawberries, planning to purchase in bulk at Costco only to get to Costco and find they don't have strawberries? I've been in that boat and this boat was a bit different - more like a cargo boat where strawberries abound.
Yesterday I spent a few hours at the library making banners for Ed and his people, but the heat press was acting up - messed up a bunch of fabric. Running out of time, I offered to hire Becky's daughter to run to the fabric store for me. She was waitressing, but Becky ran to the store and brought the fabric to the library. I promised to pay her in soda bread and cash money.
Fabric purchase and delivery is an unusual favor/unchartered territory in our friendship until last night. You know you have a good friend when she drops off fabric so you don't have to stop your process.
Becky watched my 1 woman sweat shop operation. When we walked to our cars, I told her I wished I had the Irish soda bread in my car so she didn't have to wait until the next day. I'd just baked it and it's so good when it's fresh. I filled her in for a minute about the latest in the basketball/not basketball related issue, which I will share in more detail soon. The situation makes me feel sick. It gives me knots in my already-messed-up gut. Layers.
When I got in my car, I realized that I DID have a plate of soda bread on the front seat of my car. I'd intended to drop it off at another friend's house after the library, but I could easily have Reg deliver a plate there later. I fumbled with my phone to call Becky to tell her to drive over to my car. Deciding that would take too long, I honked. She was making her escape - not knowing I was Morris code honking at her. I sprinted, plate of bread in hand, and intercepted her just before she left the lot. I'm sure I looked ridiculous, only in part because Becky told me so. I FELT ridiculous.
Next stop: Jewel service desk. I opted to show my receipt for a strawberry refund vs grabbing more fruit.
While I was in line, a few girls walked in and got in line behind me. I got the feeling that they knew who I was, because 1. they wore our high school sweatshirts, 2. they exchanged glances, surprised expressions, etc. I smiled at them.
|I was having a bad hair day, so I appreciate that|
they chose to focus below my shoulders.
At home, Reg chuckled. "SO, YOU WERE AT THE JEWEL? THAT WAS JENNIFER BEHIND YOU IN LINE."
This is maybe the 3rd time that kids who know Reg see me, ALWAYS at the grocery store, take a photo of me, and send it to him.
How happy am I that these girls didn't capture my library parking lot sprint with their phones?
We leave on Friday for Ed's graduation. I'm looking forward to it, but my contact lenses are giving me grief. I HATE wearing my glasses. This same thing happened when we flew to Ireland. After several days, the contacts were fine - but I don't have a few days.
I tried wearing glasses yesterday and went back to contacts today - but the stabbing pain in my eye started again at 1:00. A new lens felt the same. I'm in danger of tearing out what little hair I have left.
I need to decide what to wear to Ed's graduation. I value your feedback. *Coach and I went to a wedding March 11th. Who is good and responsible and would like to be the one to remind me to tell you about this wedding? Until then - the outfit I considered wearing made Mini say:
UM, YEAH. HMM. OK. I HATE IT!
OUTFIT #1: a dinner at a restaurant Friday with girlfriend's family, followed closely by graduation ceremony from the business school.
OUTFIT #2: Saturday morning, HUGE all school ceremony at 10 am.
OUTFIT #3 (more casual?) Sat afternoon party with food trucks around 3:00 at one of the guys' houses.
|(see below #2) cannot get this guy|
to line up with the other photo -
|#1 - prob not enough red in |
the shirt to wear with these pants.
|#3 - would wear navy|
cami under this, but
I was being lazy
|#4 - flowy pants |
and black blouse with flowers
around the neckline
|#5 - navy striped dress|
|#6 - red is IU's color BTW, |
with geometric shape shirt
|#7 - Coach's photo work - blurry, |
same tan spanx cropped pants
with a blue top, Curly
says top is too plain.
|#8 - same flowy pants |
and pop of color shirt
|#9 - I do like my red pants, they keep|
appearing, with a colorful blouse
|#11 - these re black polka |
dot cropped pants/capris?
|#10 - I'm not this thin. I stopped wearing|
this b/c it didn't fit and when
I put it on today I sucked
in a bit too much,
trying to be sure it still fit
|#12 - same tan cropped pants, when|
I wiggle into them, Curly
called it a frog maneuver,
same white blouse
|#13 - black polka dot pants, different white sleeveless blouse. I think I meant to take this one back but I never did and now it's too late. It's longer than the other one. Can a person have too many white sleeveless blouses? I vote no, you cannot|
|#14 - rainbow dress -who remembers |
when I wore this to Curly's dancing
competition in Vancouver?