A letter came from the Buckeye Creamery

So yeah, you remember that picture I was talking about?

Never mind. A guy bought it. And, because this is the way these things always have to go, he checked out through my line. Just as I glumly rung up the total, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. It was Mara. Her car, Betty, died. She couldn't give me a ride home. And as I was heading out the door after we closed, I discovered I had one (1) glove in my purse and no hat. Apparently they fell out before I left for work this morning. I had to pop my collar and wrap my entire scarf around my head like a retarded man's turban and keep my ungloved hand in my pants pocket just to make it home without freezing. Also my ipod died on me so I had to wait a forty minutes, without any musical intervention, for the bus in a small bus stop with two screaming teenage girls.

ASK ME ABOUT MY DAY :)

Oh well. Mom and Ben's message on my phone cheered me a little, and I'm looking forward to playing final fantasy xii into the wee hours of the morning. My mood has recovered to "mostly not grumpy" and Mara and I ordered sandwiches from Caffrey's, which should be arriving any minute. But I'm going to be bummed about that picture for a long while.