While in the throngs of passion*
*I use the word “passion” in place of “working on my presentation covering ten books about composition theory” because “passion” just sounds SO MUCH better and it’s both my blog and my story so why can’t I tell it how I want to?
I KNEW I was finally going to HAVE TO go to the grocery store…
It wasn’t because I had been out of milk (light vanilla soy) for a couple days.
It wasn’t because I had used my last slices of wheat bread…or package of frozen vegetables…
I KNEW I was finally going to have to leave my apartment to go to the grocery store when I finished off my jar of Nutella (with a spoon, remember—no bread) sometime late Saturday night.
I literally had the spoon in my mouth when I said, “Oh crap, I guess this means I gotta get some food.”
Why am I telling you this? It was funny—it was so funny I burst into wild laughter. Nutella? You’re telling me Nutella was the straw that broke the camel’s back?
(Don’t judge me, have you had the stuff?)
Needless to say, on Sunday afternoon I finally made it to the store. And I did NOT buy another jar of magical goodness--it is a "treat," a "delicacy"....something that is almost dangerous to have on hand because it can disappear--
There are just a few more things looming over my head before the semester is over. And aside from assignments (papers, revisions, portfolios) I can even see a few more "cool" things coming up:
- Richard Bausch at Emory University
- A baby shower for a classmate
- Fall Brawl (a "competition" comprised of many games among classmates--we have teams, we have costumes, we have "music)