Every time my mom went grocery shopping she bought sour cream. I don’t know what she planned to use it for. Homemade French onion dip, maybe, or baked potatoes. It was a mystery.
But in our fridge growing up, there were always at least two containers on the back of a shelf, oftentimes with ice forming on the top because they had been back there so long that she had forgotten about them.
So imagine my surprise when I found out that I seem to have a thing for index cards. What am I possibly going to do with all these that I found cleaning out the kitchen desk? Create notes for a speech? Make flashcards with SAT vocabulary? Create cute recipe cards that I package with homemade bread that I gift to my friends? As if. Have you ever met me?
Maybe I should use them to write affirmations to read when I’m hiding out in the garage for some alone time, which I actually did this evening after Ally and Mallory got into an epic fight about who was entitled to use the space between the kitchen and the den.
It was not my finest moment.
Nor was my finest moment this morning when I spent at least five minutes debating which baseball cap was most work appropriate for my video Zoom call this morning. I went with a Detroit Tigers cap and a little dry shampoo. Between that and some back lighting, I think I looked halfway presentable.
Halfway through that call Casey asked if he could have lunch. First, he ignored my sign which was clear in its direction to not bother me and, second, it was 10:38 a.m. I made some threatening gestures and he seemed to understand that I was granting permission for him to heat up chicken lo mein for either second breakfast or first lunch, depending on how you’re counting.
So it wasn’t our best day, but it wasn’t our worst either.
Speaking of counting, whether you’re on day five of stay-at-home or day 16 or somewhere in between, I hope your dry shampoo is holding up.
Peace. XO.