Off My Game

Witness, above, what can happen when the savviest of shoppers (moi) gets off her game.

When I was chatting up the cashier, I completely missed the bagging of the groceries. (Shame on me for forgetting my reusables!) It wasn't until I got home and began unpacking that I discovered these horrors, in ascending order of horrificness...

1. A single item had actually been bagged. I can't say why.

2. A single item with a handle had been bagged.

3. A single item with a handle had been double bagged.

Thank you for being a little put out with me.

Blog Shame

When I visit someone's blog, hoping to have a meaningful encounter, it's pretty disappointing to find that they haven't had the common courtesty to update it for me in weeks or months.

So, mea culpa for that.

I've been working on my new book, tenatively lamely titled "Unsqueezed," about women's bodies. Since the hair/clothes thing is what I normally blog about, all of those really life-changing insights are going into the book right now.

Maybe, in the next few weeks, some previews...