I went to the store to get some grazing foods for the rest of today and tomorrow. Mr. P wanted Chinese, but I was feeling fruit/cheese/crackers/hummus/crudites/pretzels/perhaps a nacho.
Note how I wrote crudites? It is 2K11 and I am all about Klassy in 2K11.
Anyhow, I got some grapes:
I dare you to get how much I paid for said grapes.
No, really guess.
TEN DOLLARS and THIRTY SEVEN CENTS.
Fuck me. No wonder in 2K11 I never bothered with WeightWatchers more than 2 days in a row, and all but quit running and gained 20lbs back. Grapes cost some freaking jack.
BUT no worries, I got them anyway and now I can graze on this:
I hope everyone finds 2011 to be the best year yet. I also hope to learn to crochet...which I have dubbed a necessary two-handed hobby that prevents food from being put into mouth while hobbying. I hope to put together a puzzle my school bestie sent me for getting tenure. I hope to get my shit together with respect to healthy, healthy, healthy. I hope to work on my relationships with my adults. I hope to grow the balls to ask for what I want/need at work to be really happy and to feel like the equal that I know that I am in a fairly predominant male office. I hope Mr. P gets the boat of his dreams and we have a divine summer on the water.
Here's to hoping on hopes.