What a bittersweet Friday. I don't have to work this weekend, but I can hardly relax because I have to make preparations for a picnic tomorrow, and I'm tense because I have to drive somewhere I'm unfamiliar with. Though I'm sure I'll have fun scarfing picnic goodies with my lady friends and dancing 'round the Maypole, I still wish I could sleep til noon and waste the day painting action figures with nail polish. Sunday I'll be working at the con, so really, I think my body will be sad that it has no day this week devoted entirely to loafing.

Today was just a weird, weird day in general. Aside from getting hit with a lotion-covered paper ball right on my boob and having to molest myself with a Tide pen, I was also in attendance of an office baby shower. There was no hazing of the fetus, thankfully, but the usual ooohing and aaahing over tiny baby dresses did commence. I imagine that if I ever have kids, my baby shower will have more black and I'll have much better cake. In fact, as a whole, I imagine if I have a child it will be reminiscent of Addams Family Values. I also figure I'll wind up having kids the old fashioned way -- total accident.



On my grocery store trip, I bought two things I didn't really want that much just because they were pink. I picked up Grapefruit TicTacs, which are pretty terrible. 'Nuff said. I also got a bag of McCain smiles because they were in a pink Breast Cancer Awareness bag. How lucky am I to have found fem fries? My luck got even better, or so I thought...



I'm in the snack aisle when I spot a big orange bag and see the word "Cheetos" and big paw prints on the front. I gasped in rapid succession and ran over to grab it. It was the only bag there, the only bag of Cheetos Paws and it was mine, all mine, all.... I took a closer look and noticed they weren't re-invented Cheetos Paws at all. They were fucking CRACKERS. Chester made paw-shaped crackers, and my heart sunk. Still, Cheetos Cracker Trax are better than nothing! I put them in my cart and proceeded with the rest of my shopping.

As I was approaching the taco shells, my cell phone rang and I answered it. I'm an important person, so I have to answer my cell phone while I grocery shop, that's just the way it is. There I am, holding my cell phone and trying to plug my other ear so I can hear when a lady, of course, needs to get to the taco shells behind my cart. I drive my cart back using my elbows, and the lady comments  to her daughter on the bag of Cheetos in my cart. I can hear her saying she wonders where I got them, and begins to inspect the contents of my cart while I keep trying to draw my cart further back with my elbows. I swear to you, she was ye close to sniping my bag of Cheetos.



They're pretty much normal cheese crackers, I couldn't distinguish any certain Cheetos flavor to them. I find them very good for snacking, and would recommend perhaps a good grape soda or fruit punch to wash them down.