I had big plans for yesterday. I was going to take pictures of everything I did during the day and write about it like I did last year. Well. All I did from about 9:30 to 12:30 was laundry, then I did errands after lunch and didn’t get home until almost midnight. By then I was too tired to do anything other than eat pudding. Pudding cup are the midnight snacks of champions.

Going to the laundry mat takes SO MUCH TIME. It also takes a lot of quarters. I  stockpile quarters like a squirrel stockpiles nuts. One time I dropped a precious quarter and it rolled under the car so I crawled under to get it. I don’t fool around.

After I put the clothes in the washing machine I went to the grocery store. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it much, but the town we live in is teeny tiny. Of the twelve stores on Main St., only four are open year round- the bar/restaurant, the grocery store, the laundry mat/convenience store/gas station, and the liquor store. One day I went out to do laundry and saw fourteen people out and about. It was like the place turned into a metropolis overnight. Where was I? Back to the grocery store. It’s a tiny store and I only had three items on my list, but I needed help finding two of them. I’m sure the locals at the register looked at each other and remarked that I surely was not a native of their small town. The fact that I clearly don’t have a NY accent was probably another clue. I still had a few minutes to kill before the washer to dryer transfer, so I went to look at the water. I love living by the water.

After lunch I drove half an hour down to civilization to do some Easter dress shopping and get a haircut. The hairdresser and I had a lovely chat. We discussed stuffed French toast, zebra and pink nurseries, the pros and cons of Charlotte Russe earrings, and how people often think we’re much younger than we really are. At that point I really started hoping she hadn’t seen the bright and colorful Disney princess band aid I was sporting on my pointer finger. No wonder people think I’m 15. (I’d like to point out that when one is living with 3/4 of their belongings in storage, one can’t afford to be picky about band aids.)