It is rather hard, as I'm sure you can imagine, to drink scalding tea AND take a picture. My lip and tongue are burnt, thanks for asking.
Okay, about the day. If you were not in Granbury's Kroger during the course of this fine blackhole in my life, you are among the only ones, I'm sure. Today was the day we doubled all coupons up to a dollar. Let me start by saying: Dear Lord. The day started, as all my days start, at seven thirty. I was lucky, though, because my faithful canine allowed me to snooze until seven fifteen. Good dog. Well, I take him out and then lay back down (I am a lazy kid, get over it) for a little bit [three hours and counting]. Boring so far, my alarm goes off and I wake up. Check the blog, no news. I have one reader, and I know her personally [hi, Lauren!] so of course I flicked through some other blogs, looking for something interesting. I had to go in at eleven thirty, had to leave at eleven. No big deal, I had both my keys and my name tag the night before. And I even assured myself a nice morning by putting [hiding] them in a place I couldn't possibly forget.
Ah, the best laid plans.
This couldn't be happening, because I would never lose my keys, or my name tag, right? Well, yeah. Gone. Couldn't find them. My bedroom (no picnic to look at before) turned into ground zero of a place where some cataclysmic event happened. Hurricane, earthquake, tornado, take your pick. Still couldn't find my keys. Eleven fifteen. Oholyshiznet! Long story short, I ended up having a tiny little meltdown (laying off the caffeine, see?) which ended in my crawling around on my hands and knees bawling like a baby. My mother was going to let me borrow her car but that still left the name tag. Not a big deal to you? I have very little in my life. EVENTUALLY, I find my keys and even later--you know, after I had given in, called my boss (still crying) and told him that I was having trouble getting to work and would hafta come in late--find my name tag.
I clocked in at 12:05 pm.
Then comes the real experience, the true test that all heroes must pass before admittence into Olympus and--oh, wait, sorry, summer reading=Mythology. Okay, okay, so nothing as monumentous as that, but it was hard. You know that woman you hate, the one you are forced to stand behind as she doles out her billions of coupons to the zombie-eyed cashier? That was every customer today. They came in flocks, with there miscellaneous items and their fistfulls of coupons, half of which wouldn't work the first time. To get out of the store was a huge task on anyone's patience, and it showed. Boy, did it show. I would love to tell you how many times I was yelled at today, but let us save that for a later date.
I go on break. I return, woeful that my rest must end so soon.
Ah-ha! But some good may come of it yet! You see, I had this one customer, a very nice woman who talked to me about ginger. She said that if you boiled a cinnamon stick with some sliced ginger in water (I add a bit of sugar) for a time and drink it as tea, it helps your menstral cycle. I got home, did my research, and decided to try it. Delicious, by the way.
That's what it looked like. So here's my project, that I hope not to screw up too badly. My appointment with my lady doctor is on the tenth of September. Every day til then I'll drink this tea. It's almost a month, that's long enough to test whether or not this tea is the real deal or just some folk tale, right? Here goes.
xoxo
P.S. If you can think of anything else for me to try, go for it! I am all sortsa into trying herbal remedies and whatnot.
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