A few days ago I was in the strange position of having two hours to myself. The Insane Clown Posse (also known as my daughters) were in the indefatigable hands of their babysitter, so I grabbed my iBook and jumped into my car. I sat there for awhile, developing a plan of attack.
I would drive to Starbuck's or Peet's, I thought, and enjoy a snickerdoodle (oh, shut up) and a hot chocolate while working diligently on a draft of my new story. It's a mesmerizing (no, really) exploration of mixed-race marriages, colonization, Asian airline calendar girls, hair color, and the merits of pad thai—the famed noodle dish from Thailand—versus our very own pancit. Heady stuff, folks.
Alas, it was not meant to be. I ended up at Target, eating popcorn and sipping on a Barq's root beer while devouring US Weekly. I now know all I ever need to know about the current state of affairs between Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck. Heady stuff, folks. Plus, I bought about 50 rolls of toilet paper for $3.00.
Yes. Well. Moving along now.
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