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ohmyfuckinggodamigladthisthreadexists.
So, am getting over what I think might have been an attack of gastric flu over the weekend. Much better, but still pretty much teh feeble.
Drag myself across town for an appointment that doesn't happen, then decide to make best of sit. and drag myself into co-op to do tasty healthy food shopping for the week. And spot a pyrex dish, of exactly the kind I've been pondering splashing on for *ages*, reduced to a fiver. Which makes it just doable.
(You can see the ending, can't you?)
So, do shopping, haul self and *heavy* bags onto bus, smugly congratulating self on bargain and economically sensible weekly shop.
Haul self off bus, exhuasted by this %huge expedition% and set off on two minute walk to my house.
At which point bag containing pyrex dish/groceries snaps, shattering Pyrex dish into a zillion pieces, scattering nicely over me, my groceries and the pavement.
AAAAARRRRRRRRHGGHHHHHHHHHHHGFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCK |
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