AKA--shopping addiction. I have to admit, I could be spending my money on far less worhty objects. Their current hay selection is a four-type mix they seem to like and smells amazing, kind of like very fresh tea.
Which is partly the reason I walked out with Jamacian Blue Mountain and Kona coffee with no real idea how I got hold of them. Not much, as I am still a public servant, but--it's like, I really need to try it. I keep being told how wonderful and glorious it is, and by God, I need to know. Also my personal favorite, La Vida Dulce, and a truly fabulous Chocolate Mint. I'll update on how they work. I was staring at all the specialty coffees in the section behind the counter, wondering if I should go one by one and try them all. I really *like* coffee; I just don't know it very well. It's kind of a thing of like/don't like--I don't like the bitter acid aftertastes, hence my ongoing war with Starbucks, and I dont' mind bitterness, but I like mellow edges more. Espresso and cappuccino are social drinks--it's like alcohol for me. I drink it in groups. Home coffee is warmth and comfort and blankets and usuallly Folgers. I want my coffee to be that.
In the tea section, I did enjoy the look on my mom's face as she narrated the sixteen dollar per ounce oolong--collected by trained monkeys, the caption read, and you know, I'm just--seriously. Trained monkeys? They send out trained monkeys to collect tea? It reminds me vaguely of this beautiful but disturbing down comforter made only of down collected by hand from teh sides of mountains from these particular birds' nests in like, Iceland, and only in quantities that would not cause damage to the nest. It is nice to know that in this crazy, mixed up world, by God, anyone can find an obscure and strange job--how do you even put that on a resumee?--if you just think outside the box.
Bought a Halloween pumpkin, so that's nice, and also Christmas decorations, since I want to do two Christmas trees this year and started collecting from that pit of darkness, Wal-Mart, to do the front tree all in red. Yes, going to hell, darkness, strife, but matching reds. Everyone looks at me like I'm nuts, but honestly, Christmas. I don't think anything other than the turkey at Thanksgiving makes me quite so happy as Christmas. Plus, the ultra cool Christmas Store opens soon, in which I get my specialty decorations, which I have to buy in small quantities or risk bankruptcy, but one day, I will have a tree that will rival that of the many heads of state. I'm also thinking this year will have a new Christmas rug, a Christmas mat, and as many Christmas potholders and knick-knacks as I can get away with. I also really, really want an obscenely large, garish, and terrifyingly bright Christmas lawn decoration. Something that will preferably cause the neighborhood to boycott us. I have goals. I really do. Something--with a very large santa.
In other news, I'm staring at my WiP folder in horror. Okay, you know what? If you all stoned me at this point, it would be deserved. Jesus. I will have the next part of Entanglement Theory up tonight or tomorrow--I think. Assumign the electricity holds, today. It is raining.
Honestly, even congested and miserable and hating my genetics for making me this vulnerable to something as pedestrian as pollen? I have seriously not had a better day.