hello moto…

Don’t ask me why that is my blog title this morning. It just is.

I woke around 4:30 to a lovely rain shower. A nice change from the thunderstorms we’ve had lately. After I drifted back to sleep, I had some weird dreams and finally made myself get out of bed and go buy groceries.

I love grocery shopping early on Sundays. Most often the only other people there are the ones who woke to realize they had no coffee in the house, or the ones who are just getting in from their night out.

Today, however, that was not the case. It wasn’t crowded, but there were too many ‘normal’ shoppers there. What were they thinking doing their regular shopping on MY shopping day? Didn’t they get the memo?

Imagine my disgust when the checkout line was 4 deep and the cute little oriental lady was the only checker. “You. Go self-scan.” She points and directs me and this other lady. “No more checkers. You go self-scan.”

Dude, I have a basket full of groceries. There is no self-scan big enough for my load. The lady in front of me refuses. Finally I say, “Fine. I’ll self-scan.”

I don’t have a problem with self-check out. I actually prefer it…but I had a ton of groceries. And of course, the self-scan line backed up with 5 people and their two items each, all giving me the stink-eye.

“Hey. Not my idea. Was sent over here.”

They all look at me like, whatever.

But I finish self-scan and realize that I still beat the lady over on aisle 4. Haha.

Ian gets home today from his 3 day trip in DC. We heard from him a couple of times. Yesterday he said he only got about 30 mins of sleep the night before. Um. Wah? He should sleep well tonight. In honor of his return, we’re having ribs, baked potatoes, and salad. Jealous much?

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