Monday, June 20, 2011
When your Trader Joe's merchandise speaks to you,
you know you are either going completely insane, or the Universe is abundant. After a harrowing morning of seizures and absent aides, a drop-off at school and a relieved ride home, a call from The Teacher that I'd forgotten to include Sophie's sippee-cup in her lunchbox which would mean no drink all day so I'd have to drive BACK to school, my eyes nearly spilled over (I've felt on the verge of at least a whimper for a week), until I looked down and saw my message on the back of a bag of diced onions (that I'd bought guiltily because, really, how hard is it to buy a whole onion and dice it oneself?).
So I didn't.
The Universe is Abundant.