Yeah, I’m kidding, but I like this so much I might actually hang it on a wall somewhere.
In other news, our hide-a-bed has gone to a new home. Young guys with no furniture graciously accept hand outs and will happily haul things away for free. Our garage is spacious again. W went to a mandatory nutrition class yesterday so that he can be in top form health-wise for hip surgery in four or five months. We had a lively discussion about nutritionists and Canada’s Food Guide and coconut oil. I won every single argument. And then I ate a fudge bar from the freezer to emphasize my point. I think my point was moderation, but come on, it was last night, who can remember all the shit that gets said.
While he was off hearing from someone else that he should eat a lot more green vegetables, I did the grocery shopping. Don’t you just hate it when a store layout is planned by people who have never actually shopped? Lightbulbs should be closer to the toilet paper. That was one of my brilliant conclusions and the other was that I hate shopping.
To reward myself for voluntarily ruining part of my afternoon for a good cause, I went to Michael’s on the way home and bought a new sketch book and some oil pastels, proving that I don’t hate ALL shopping after all.
Have a safe and happy Halloween and I’ll see you in November (a month in which I will be writing something quite possibly similar to this every single day!) How’s that for scary?