Also, I am unshowered and still in my pajamas as I write this.

Wow, I’m in a mood today. It’s not a bad or a good one, it’s just a strange one. It may be because I’m cleaning, which in the end makes me happy, but during makes me crazy. Also, there are chemicals and dust and sketchy fumes involved.

To give you an example of the weirdosity, I opened the refrigerator earlier to get a Diet Coke and on the top shelf sat the ginger root that I bought a week or more ago to make a new recipe (that never got made). I can’t bring myself to throw it out, because it made me feel so posh and grown up and chef-esque to be buying a ginger root at the grocery store. I made sure to make special presentation of placing it slowly up on the self scan so that other shoppers could see and admire it, and then was promptly stumped about what kind of produce I was supposed to ring it up as. Vegetable? Fruit? Herb? I had to call the clerk over. But that was ok, because it gave more people time to see my gourmet selection!


Back to the withering root in my fridge. I saw it laying there, neglected on the shelf, and the exact thought I had was “Good gosh! What is that thing? It looks like a disembodied penis!” And then I got my Diet Coke, shut the door, and went on my way, totally unphased that there was a potential dismembered member in my refrigerator.

I think that’s more than enough reason to call it quits on the cleaning.

1 comment

1 Don Mills Diva { 11.25.07 at 10:08 pm }

HA! That’s hilarious – I will never be able to look at ginger root the same way again.

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