Plenty of Chips

I just erased three paragraphs about the things people write in their blogs that bug me (e.g. I don't know why I write this stuff because no one will ever read it). It was very mean spirited. I dumped it because I thought I'd better avoid putting out any bad karma. I also realized you can find an example of everything I was criticizing in this blog's archives.

This morning I woke up at 5:30 and took a bike ride down to city hall. The streets of our small town were empty except for a few people here and there. Some smiled. Some people seemed to scowl. I imagine they weren't happy with me being there. After all they had gone to the trouble of getting up very early so they could have the town to themselves for a change. Plus I was wearing a bright red sweatshirt with CANADA stitched across the front. Not only was I impinging on their quiet morning walk, but I was a goddamn foreigner to boot. Who the hell wears a Canadian sweatshirt so close to the fourth?

Who does that?

I could smell the bakery from two blocks away. I saw a man carrying a box of donuts. It was a huge freakin' box of donuts. I had no idea they even made boxes for donuts that large. Suddenly I had a craving for salsa and tortilla chips.

Aside from panting like a diabetic pug on the hills and my balls being abused on a bicycle seat anvil it was a pleasant ride. I should do it on a regular basis particularly now that we're not planning on having more kids.

When I got home Julia was awake which means Allie was awake which means cereal poured in bowls and plastic cups partially filled with juice. They didn't eat or drink anything I offered. By 7:00 we were on our way to the grocery store.

I thought it was strange we needed to shop considering the amount of groceries we have in the house. We've been shopping more than usual because Grandma and Grandpa have spent the better part of two weeks with us. They were covering for our daycare provider. That's why we stocked up on food but they didn't seem to eat anything except milk, bread and juice. I suspect the girls are the ones who ate that stuff so we're not quite sure what Glenn & Judy were living on during their stay.

Both girls miss their grandparents. We're extremely grateful they were here. However there are big bags of chips and an overabundance of canned goods in the pantry.

I had chips and salsa for breakfast.