a really good day

i firmly believe there are two types of people in this world: those who laugh at a young adult being pushed in a shopping cart by another young adult and those who turn their noses in disgust.

based upon very scientific evidence painstakenly collected yesterday afternoon by rotten and myself, tough cookie, i think newark might be home to more of the laughing variety than the latter, less amused, variety. one woman, standing at the end of an otherwise empty aisle which we happened to be careening down, turned, looked at us (and this is where i expected a look of disdain from the somewhat sharply-dressed older woman), smiled, and chuckled a bit, took a step toward the shelf she was nearest to, and continuted reading the box or jar she had in her hand. another woman frowned disapprovingly, multiple times. she probably bought a box of something to eat, pre-made, and proceeded to eat the box for dinner. that is most likely how boring she is in real life, not only in grocery store life. a man, firmly entrenched in the egg department (or was it the bacon department) probably heard us coming before he saw us, because i swear he greeted us with a smile as we drifted dangerously close to the stacks of cartons, looking for organic or somewhat-closely cultivated eggs. he pointed us toward the eggs he considered the best, smiling all the while. the checkout lane attendants were pleased to see childish behavior during this holiday time of year, also. we raced into the parking lot across the wet asphalt as if in a BMW commercial, until realizing the fun had to end because the trusty driver had maneuvered me into the incorrect parking row, looking for a grey mazdaaaaah instead of a maroon subaru. all good things must come to an end, but i have yet to see the finale of this one.

that's because we had collected quite a number of ingredients for delicious concoctions, featuring oatmeal-raisin cookies (raisins replaced with semi-sweet morsels and macadamia nuts, of course) and more-than-garfield-worthy lasagna. we ate enough cookies to come dangerously close to spoiling dinner (what a childish thing to do!) before eating enough lasagna to come dangerously close to spoiling dessert (yes, more cookies) before succumbing to full stomachs and heavy eyelids later in the evening.

i have cookies on my desk right now, begging to be eaten. maybe another will propel me through climbing tonight. maybe not so much.

i hope you're a laugher-at-er, not a disdainful grocery getter this week. find the joyful things in life, and smile, really smile, and laugh. it will make you feel better, besides giving you better abs. i promise.