Today I went in a fever search for Garnier Nutrisse #53 for my mother …I stopped at one Rite Aid and they had all the other numbers but the one I was looking for … So I moved on …
Along the way I saw a street fair … It was hot as balls outside and I was sweatin’ like a whore in church! So, even though I told my mother I’d be right home — I decide to take a two block, super sparkly, fun, little street fair detour …
Halfway thru the fair: “I’m so thirsty”, I think to myself/say to my cousin, Shari (who’s nursing a wicked cold and in search of something herself: some “get me thru the week” cold meds). I pass over a hundred lemonade spots and what do I get instead? A Mozzarepa — that corn and mozzarella grilled sandwich thingy.
Forget that I have to wait a good 3 days until this thing cools off but I can swear that it’ll aggravate my self-diagnosed IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) … I have the WebMD iPhone app and, well, I put in some symptoms and it came back with a list … I’m so sure I’ve got IBS … I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t eat this thing … But, alas, once it’s cooled off I begin chomping on it …
Hair dye in hand (along w/ some other random stuff: Tylenol, Dr. Miracle’s Deep Conditioning Treatment pack and some gum), I’m on my way home …
By “on my way home” I mean: stopping at Starbucks for a Chai latte frappuccino … over to Pinkberry to grab a Pomegranate frozen yogurt w/ blueberry topping – to go! cause I had to get right home! … … But, not before the Cuz and I take a walk thru Chelsea Market to find that certain something to eat she wants but just can’t figure out … and then when we can’t find anything we make a stop over by the nearby grocery store to buy some Ovaltine and … donuts? … NO! nooo … no donuts …
So! I get home … I’m drinking my Pinkberry since I’d decided to take it for a walk around the neighborhood on a VERY hot day before eating it …
I get my son ready to go visit my Dad …
… I’m wearing my very short “it’s flippin’ Africa hot out here” shorts … KNOWING it’s a bad idea to do so since yesterday I decided to wear my “I wanna look cute on this hot day” black, strapless bubble dress to my Dad’s and got – swiftly – reprimanded for doing so … He had wondered -quite sternly- why I had to be “so exposed” on top … I didn’t have a good answer … so I tried to ignore him …
Well!
My thoughts were confirmed when right after, “Hi Dad!” — I got something like, “Those shorts are too short! Why did you leave the house like that?! (blah, blah, blah)” I turn away from him only to come face to face with my 15y/o self — who mouths, “I told you so”, as I roll my eyes and change the subject … “Dad, it’s hot … and anyway I’m just going to take the pictures of your place and then take the baby to the park …” The baby shoots me a look as if to say, “You better damn well be taking my ass to the park, Lady! It’s been a whole 24hrs since you’ve taken me and I due for another run!!”
I make my way to the bedroom, as my step-Mother takes a shot at defending me …
Yeah … that went as well as I thought it would, too …
I continued on to the second bedroom thinking to myself, “How in thee hell … do people in Los Angeles wear these damn Uggs in LA heat! My f-ing feet have lost all consciousness!”
And it all started with hair dye…
I too dont understand the allure of summer boot wearing. Even ballet flats make my feet all sweaty and gross. The toes need exposure darn it!!
Stop wearing the damn Uggs in the heat YOU, my dear, DO NOT live in Cali…and as for dad , WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! ugh, you just don’t learn…tisk tisk
Mozzarepa, Pinkberry, donuts…man, I need to hang with you!
OMG, so funny. You made me laugh
I am with Gibby, let’s hang out! lol!
LOL That was an awesome post. I love the randomness of it all. Sounds like a good day, all in all.
I imagine in a Dads eyes, he sees you still in pigtails and a lollipop in your hand…aka…a two year old. Your day was an example of wandering at it’s finest!! Perfect.