Seriously – yesterday was bad to begin with because of my cold, but then I did something kind of embarrassing. I was just getting out of the shower when I heard a knock at the door. I knew it was the UPS guy, and I did not want to miss him. I ordered some new clothes for our NYC trip and I really wanted to make sure that they fit and looked good (they do, by the way!). Anyway, I yelled out the window that I would be right down, but he apparently didn’t hear me. I threw on some scrubs, my hair was in a towel, and I was in bare feet, but I had to catch that guy! I ran out the door, ran up to his truck, banged on the side, and said, “Umm, excuse me. I think you have a package for me?” He just looked at me and was like, “Uh, yeah. Hang on a sec.” At that point I turn around and realize that my next door neighbor is outside with a bunch of her friends, and they are all staring at me in my scrubs, turban-towel, and bare feet. Yikes. I quickly grabbed my boxes and skedaddled back inside my townhouse, face aflame. Ai yi yi.
Then today I woke up, got dressed, and went to the grocery. I had my little list and was dutifully following it. I paid for my purchases and headed on home, when I realized, “Dang it! I forgot to get mini-marshmallows!” (something I needed for a 4th of July dessert). I was disappointed, but figured that I could go ahead and make the dessert without them. I got home and started cooking, and realized that I didn’t have enough oatmeal. Grrr. I called Chris and asked him if he wouldn’t mind picking some up on his way home, and asked him to grab a bag of mini-marshmallows, too. I go back to the stove, then realize I forgot to get Cool Whip! Augh! I call Chris again and ask him to get some for me. No big deal, he says. If only it had stopped there! About 15 minutes later, still cooking, I realize that I’m not going to have enough sugar for both desserts. So I call Chris for the third time and ask him to pick some up. I swear to him that this will be my last time calling, and I go back to finishing my no-bake cookies.
I finish the cookies and look at the recipe for my 2nd dessert. While reading it, I realize that it calls for 3 8oz packages of Neufchatel cheese, and guess what – I only bought one. Oh, my, GOODNESS!!! Where was my brain?! I might as well not have even gone to the grocery store! So I pick up the phone and call Chris for the fourth time, and he’s just laughing at me by now. I ask him to pick up some Neufchatel cheese and tell him that I must’ve left my brain at work yesterday. He reminds me that he’s usually the absent-minded one, so it’s OK that I’m being a little spacey today. Oh, well!