The SO does it one further and looks at the sales and stuff on the web first, and then makes the week's menu plan based on what's on sale. He never comes home without more than 40% off. But I still have to go once in a while, because this is so me:

ISTG I can go in for three things, go right to them and not look at anything else, and somehow when I get home it's two hours after I left.

That I have to periodically go stand dumbly in front of the boxed tea for, like, twenty minutes. And still come home and think I made the wrong call. It's fucking tea, brain! It doesn't matter that much! You like tea! You'll drink it and enjoy it! It needn't be a federal case!

Anyway, what I came in here to say was, I finished my chores! Which is nothing short of a miracle because it included folding laundry and I even did the socks! Which included the socks from last laundry.

So, I am now shaving my legs and taking a shower and having a nice cuppa (herbal, no caffeine) tea and settling in bed with my Nook. I'm reading Twilight. Yes, I know, but I work with teenagers.

Those are great breasts, Hec, but I don't know if they're Hayakesque

Well, they're in the ballpark and what a beautiful park that would be.

Woo, Liese! I am proud of myself for being on top of the laundry, but I haven't put the towels away, yet. They are folded, but sitting on a chair in the living room.

Speaking of folding laundry, I was watching tv and doing that on the couch last night, stacking all the different things in piles. Ran out of energy and stacked it all in a sorter, except I didn't quite get it all. Came home today to see two pairs of neatly folded skivvies (bright red and grey leopard print, no less) sitting in the front window where they had slipped behind the couch. And I think they're still there, but I just can't be arsed right now.

Liese, no need to feel ashamed. You need to read the books to be able to properly mock them (and to discuss them with teenage girls.) The bright side is they are super fast reads. Then, when you are done, reread the Hunger Games as a palate cleanser and to shake the misery that is wussy Bella out of your mind.

Storms woke me up at 5. Of course, at first I thought it was Loki playing/shredding paper and yelled at him, but after getting up to chase him down, realized it was too loud for that, then thought it sounded like fire and freaked before I realized it was just rain/hail on my roof. Kinda dozed until 6. Oof.

If those of you up the East Coast are getting the storms we had overnight, watch out. INCREDIBLE wind and rain and thunder. I think no hail.

We had a lot of rain and some thunder yesterday! I don't want any more, thank you.

Also, I used to make my grocery list more or less in order of the store, but my current store has two entrances, and I use both depending on where I'm coming from, so it doesn't work anymore.

I may have a short list of "do not forget!" items on my phone (which I usually forget to look at) but otherwise I just start in the produce and go aisle by aisle. I make a lot of my choices depending on what's on sale anyway.