Saturday, near Hell.

Okay, so today I am going grocery shopping . . . and I know that everyone and their freaking dog is going to be there too. And we’re all going to be looking for the last loaf of texas toast or can of shimmering cranberry gel, or “sauce” as some of us like to call it.

Sometimes when I’m shopping I just say the serenity prayer to myself over and over like a mantra.

Sometimes I hear Metallica playing in my head. Usually it’s Metallica.

1 Comment

  1. Sandra on November 22, 2008 at 1:00 pm

    No way, I thought the Thanksgiving shopping rush was Wednesday night!