Just a taste
So today after a nice visit with my parents I dropped by the grocery store for some V-8 (I have weird cravings like that sometimes; boy do I love me some salty vegetable juice). I figured I'd have some V-8, study a little and practice the old pianer -- a pleasant, demure prelude to the workweek looming on the horizon.
So there I was, minding my own business in the juice aisle when I hear, "Samantha?" I turned around, and there was an old acquaintance from another life. I hadn't seen this person in years! And there we were face-to-face in Tom Thumb! We chatted a little while and then decided to grab a drink at this place we both used to go. When we got there, though, I couldn't think of a single beverage that sounded good (shocking, I know), so I gorged on tortilla chips and drank a Sprite. And had a great conversation -- just long enough to catch up but not long enough to be tiresome.
And now I'm home, drinking my V-8 and NOT studying, because I have the attention span of a gnat right now.
Speaking of pesky flying things, Simon and I are being tormented by fruit flies (or aphids, I hasten to add). They seem to be everywhere. I hate them. I've been told by a knowledgeable source that the UTA biology students, who apparently knew the plant lab had an infestation of bugs but issued NO disclaimer at the plant sale (arches brow disapprovingly), may be to blame. So now I need to destroy them (the bugs, not the students). ADoD, I may need you and your trusty flyswatter for this.
Two things happened to me on my walk today. First of all (JamKat, don't read this part), as I was walking to the coffee shop, I heard a rustle and squawk, and then a bird swooped down and attached itself to my head. I wish I were making this up. The little bastard buried his scratchy bird feet in my hair and beat his wings in my face! What the hell? What did I do to deserve such terror? I screamed and brushed him off. Three workmen several yards away looked up at the screech, but the winged assailant had already left my head, so I'm sure they thought I was just some crazy lady. Sigh.
Then, on my way back from the coffee shop, gloriously huge and whipped cream-laden iced beverage in tow, I crossed the street and made my way down the sidewalk. Now, I've been down this sidewalk countless times and never once noticed an uneven patch. I guess Fate was just biding his time for that perfect moment to reveal it to me. Just as I took those first few sips of creamy goodness, my right toe caught on the damned seam in the sidewalk. I managed not to fall down, but my coffee? Gone. Splattered all over the cement -- and my shoes. Curses! I don't mind having to wash the shoes -- it was time anyway -- but I must admit I was disappointed not to savor every last drop of that over-priced, uber-fatty cup of greatness. I got just enough to whet my appetite, in fact, but I suspect that may make the next one all the more delicious.