You Scratch my Back---And I'll Claw your Eyes Out

And so Wednesday ends with a ...er whats that?? It is only TUESDAY?!

OK, Tuesday ends with a series of smallish mishaps that I can't figure out, and now feel dumb.

A parade of my inadequacy.

We are going to the grocery store...which isn't a big deal because we are buying shit from the fruit and veg ghost town...and avoiding the carnival atmosphere of the meats and cheese aisle...not to mention the party in the cookie/chip aisle and the clusterfuck that is the Dairy dept.

Oddly enough, the soap/paper stuff and personal hygiene departments are also usually devoid of human life.

I shudder to think...