Yesterday, I rode my trolley (Trans: Grocery cart) down the WHOLE dairy isle in the Sainsbury’s nearby. I pushed off by the butter, (listening and singing along, all the while, to “ABC” on my iPod - MJ sang a FINE tune in his day), rolled right on by the cheese, and made it all the way to the milk before a raWther independent wheel went on strike, prompting an exciting and unpredictable 180 followed by a typically awkward emergency hop dismount. It was fabulous. Last time I made it that far was in the parking lot of the stinky grocery store in Jersey. That was equally exciting, but perhaps not quite as much of a spectacle when I consider the environment. I have seen Andy ride on grocery carts - sorry, trolleys - but I don’t know that I’ve ever seen another adult riding one. Well, they should. It’s pretty fun.

So I guess that’s not so much about my day today, but all I did today was work work work, take a few pictures, smoosh a few bugs (sorry - i know they have a place on this earth, but i also know that place is NOT my living room), eat the leftovers, and sweet-talk my former co-workers into helping me with my work. Oh, and I told the woman who keeps calling and asking for Karen that Karen actually doesn’t live here. Again.