Seriously, you can’t beat this.
It was around 1:30am on Sunday night and I was curled up with my laptop on the living room couch writing this post about New Year’s resolutions. I got a low battery warning on my laptop, so I went down to the basement office to get the power cord. I stopped in to use the bathroom on my way back.
When I was in the bathroom, I decided to remove my Diva Cup. (You can’t make this kind of thing up.) Remembering that I keep some pantyliners in this bathroom, I thought I might as well wash the Diva Cup and put it away until next month. I washed it thoroughly with soap and water, dried it with a paper towel and thought I’d better bring it right up to the second floor bathroom cabinet before I forget.
Returning to the main floor of the house I wandered into the kitchen and put on the kettle for tea. But I really wanted some orange juice. I had a bad cold and I wasn’t the only one. It would be a good idea to have some juice and fresh fruit in the house anyway. I looked at the car key hanging on its hook. Screw it. I was going out for juice.
I went upstairs and nudged Ed awake to tell him I was running out to the store. Then I grabbed my purse and drove to the nearest all-night supermarket. I picked up some juice, milk, a package of fresh croissants, a bagged kale salad, one cucumber, a tray of cut-up fruit and some mandarin oranges. I drove back home and put it all away.
I poured myself a glass of juice, finished making my tea and returned to my laptop.
Oh, right. The cord. It’s still downstairs.
And then I wrote this post.
I guess I’d better go finish the other one now.