I spent the early morning hours at the ER with Emily. She is on antibiotics and will be fine now. Not to worry, yall! I slept until 10 am. I went to my MRI because I screwed up my back last weekend, which was a walk in the park. And by park, I mean Rock Creek Park, Alone, Rainy, and Scary. Picking up on the sarcasm?
After that fun experience I ended up at Walmart. Walmart is where I go and find anything and it makes me feel better. My basket was filled Fiji water, some fruit, three packs of strawberry bubblicious bubblegum, Apple Cinnamon rice cakes, Baking ingrediants, and enough magazines to paper mache a house- inside and out, when I heard three girls having the kind of discussion that my brain was born to listen in on. They were deeply involved in the kind of girl talk you can only have when you are nineteen and have just discovered how FABULOUS you are. A lot of “very’s” and “like’s” and “totally omigod”. There was a also a lot of:” I’m so excited for tonight!”
”Do you think he will be there tonight?”
“She’s such a ho.”
“Duh! Buy the biggest bag of Cheetos!”
“You are going to look so hot in that shirt!”
And my personal favorite:
“Do you think 7 two liters is enough mix for all three of us?”
I put down a box of special k and smiled to myself. Because no amount of partying, no amount of first kiss butterflies, no squeals with friends while curling my hair would ever make me want to go back there. To the age of ignorance where I didn’t know drinking enough to float an ocean liner would result in me holding on to the bathroom floor with curled fingers, praying that death would take me out of my misery. Or at least cause the room to stop spinning like carousal on fast forward.
I left the store without buying mix or Cheetos. And I couldn’t have been happier.
I came home and made chicken chili, vegged out on the couch with my sick little ducklings. Its been a good day.
