Two Dumb Things I Did Today…

…and it’s not even 9:00 AM yet.

Last night I set out my clothes for today. I usually do this because, (A) sleeping husbands don’t like it when I barrel into the room post-shower, throw open the closet, turn on the light and stare slack-jawed into the closet for a good ten minutes while I figure out what to wear. (B) It saves me time, and I don’t have to make any decisions about what to wear when I am not completely awake yet. I get out of the shower, dry off, slather myself with lotion and dress in whatever I set out last night. Really it’s a great system. Usually.

Last night I set out a red sweater I bought at a Gap outlet some 3 years ago. It’s one of my favorite things to wear. It’s not often when a sweater is this flattering. I love the way this one clings just right, but not too much. I also set out the pair of my new Levi’s that I bought a few weeks ago, whose waist falls just about an inch south of my belly button. I cinched them just over my hips with a belt, and then eventually headed out the door. I sat in the car and felt the cool air draft down the back of my jeans. I leaned forward and pulled my thankfully long enough sweater and jacket over the draft, and slouched a bit to keep myself warm as I drove. Now I have to slouch all day at my desk, because I couldn’t be bothered to go back into the house and change. Luckily my chair doesn’t have a space between the backrest and the seat cushion, so I can hide behind that. Note to self, do not sit on the stability ball today. Also don't forget to tug on the back of my jeans every time I stand up, just so I don’t unwittingly moon the office today.

As I ate breakfast in the kitchen, packed my lunch, put out and fed the dogs, I made a grocery shopping list. When I went back upstairs to brush my teeth, Todd was in the shower. I brought my list with me and I asked him “Hey, I am going to do the shopping tonight after work. Is there anything you need?” I wrote his items on the list. I stuffed the list into the back pocket of my possibly-too-sexy-for-work jeans, kissed him goodbye, and hit the road. On my way to the car I have to go down the basement steps to enter the garage from the basement. At the top of the basement stairs, just off the kitchen, we hung hooks on which we put a dozen or so reusable shopping bags. Just 30 seconds before I walked down the stairs, and right by the bags hanging just at eye level, I was talking about the shopping. I thought about hitting the Stop N Shop in Podunk on the way home. I thought about fresh fruit, loaves of bread, ground turkey, and all the things I need. Yet I walked down the stairs right by the bags hanging on the hooks, which I insisted that we hang there so we’d never forget to bring bags to the market. Halfway to work I realized I’d forgotten my bags. Dammit!

So, the choices to solve the bag dilemma are:
1. Go home after work, get the bags, then drive the five miles back to the supermarket, ultimately spending about 20 minutes or so going out of my way to get the bags.

2. Go to the supermarket, which is on the way home, and use paper bags and after they’ve served their purpose in bringing the groceries home, use them to start fires in the fireplace.

Internet, what would you do?