Visited Trader Joes yesterday. I kinda like that place. Organic, gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free.
Final shopping "spree:"
2 grapefruit
6 organic kiwis
1 bottle of apple cider
1 can of Joe's Best Coffee
Mom bought me a loaf of Nature Valley's Gluten-Free wheat bread. $7.99. It's the best kind, though. Tastes like flavored cardboard, instead of soggy computer paper. Yessss.
I hate how high maintenance I sound ordering food.
"Um, hello. Can I see your gluten-free menu? Oh, you don't have one. Okay. Well, I'll take the Cobb Salad, but no cheese. Or croutons. Or egg. Does your honey mustard dressing contain any milk protein? You don't know. Of course you don't know. I'll take the vinegarette. On the side, so I can sniff out any deadly contamination before pouring it over my rabbit food. Thanks."
What happened to the "I'll take a cheeseburger" girl?
Busy fall break: played follow-the-leader in a corn maze, set 10+ marshmallows on fire, stole covers, baked pumpkin pie, chocolate cake and ginger snaps (burnt nothing), sang "happy birthday," watched football, attended costume contest party (lost miserably), heard about Jesus, ate a jalapeño, went to the park, watched a movie, slept with the window open.
Loving the cold weather.
