I ran into an old friend today. I think it’s been about 15 years since I’d seen her, so you can imagine my comfort-level. Especially when you consider the fact that I was trying to sneak off to the supermarket in my jammies after a long day of pretending I was one of the couch cushions. Not exactly how one would choose to present oneself to an old friend after 15 years.
But isn’t that always when you run into someone?
Speaking of the grocery store, shopping is a totally different experience when you’re shopping for one. I hadn’t really thought about what I was tossing into my basket until the time came to lay it all on the, er, line.
The groceries of a single lady: More money spent on hair and skin care than food.
So here I sit wearing my pumpkin enzyme (pumpkins have enzymes? And they go on your face?) and vitamin c masque eating a chicken salad with soggy croutons (Note to self: Don’t put on the dressing if you’re going to have a 20 minute phone conversation before eating) listening as what sounds like the entire cast of Jersey Shore moves into the place downstairs.
The great thing about winter rentals is they’ll probably be gone by Monday morning.