It's Natural and Cool and Individual...

Soho Sodaaaaaaa! Natural sodaaaaaaa! Anyone remember that? I loved it, but then it disappeared. I wonder what happened? I'll have to google it. And on an unrelated note, I just realized that I've been with my husband for most of my life and that makes me happy.

I just unsuspectingly took a giant swig of hot cocoa made with spoiled milk. I don't think I will recover from this anytime soon. At least I'm going to the stupidmarket today. And I have to say, little kids with adult faces freak the hell out of me. Especially toddlers.

Do they make really long straws?

Monday is my father's memorial and we'll be having a party in his honor but I have no champagne flutes. Why? The same reason I have lived here for almost ten years with no curtains. Because there are none that I like. Yeah, I have a couple of cheap, ugly ones that my husband and I use for ourselves, but not enough for guests, so we needed to buy some.

Originally, I told my husband to just pick up some plain, cheap flutes. He said he didn't know when he'd get to do that so I told him not to worry, that I'd run out today and get some. I don't know why I thought I could do that. If he had just gotten some plain, cheap flutes, I would have been fine with that. However, I can't do that myself. I just can't. I have to look at every glass at every store nearby in every price range and reject it. If I actually have to look for them, take them off the shelf, pay for them, and bring them home, they must shake my maracas and that didn't happen. If I didn't have the children, who were being very patient despite being tired and hungry, I could have headed to Williams Sonoma, which had some very nice ones in their catalog. I would have had a stroke if the store didn't have them, but that's to be expected. Meanwhile, no glasses, and can I just say that taking three young kids through the breakables section of several stores in a row is enough to give me a nervous breakdown.

I hate when something turns out to be a mission for me because it's always a failure. My secondary mission was to find something nice to wear. I left the house with realistic expectations for that one. I didn't even conduct a proper search, just quick scans as I went by the racks. After a lifetime of that aggravation, it wasn't worth it. So my next mission failure will be cleaning the house. I'm going to clean the toilet and maybe the kitchen floor. I will not give myself a migraine over it. I still don't know how we'll be drinking the champagne though.

If I had a brain, I would have ordered the glasses online a long time ago. Duh.