Bag of Baked Cheetos
So, some of the few faithful who read this little website of mine every now and then may be wondering why the heck I haven’t posted in like a week! Well, I’ve been writing, but I’ve only been making notes. I do that sometimes- save some notes then go back and flesh them out. Sometimes it’s obvious and sometimes I just end up pasting only the notes. I think I’ll try to get some of those posted tonight.
Work today was like it has been- extremely busy. And you know, I can’t tell you exactly why. There’s just been a lot of stuff I guess. Maintenance stuff, sales stuff to follow up on, a couple designs to do, lots of little support things. I did knock out two design mockups today, which is progress. And I got a few other little things done as well. Maybe I’ll be caught up within a few days. I’ve got a meeting tomorrow, so I doubt I’ll be caught up then.
Yesterday I was thinking it was time to trim the ol’ beard up a little, so this morning I pulled out the clippers. My smallest guard has been broken for a while, so I chucked that in the trash can so it would quit fooling me every time I pulled it out. The next size up I figured was too big, so I set the clippers themselves on the longer setting and gave it a go. So now I have some very heavy stubble. Oddly, Amanda didn’t notice this evening that I didn’t have as much facial hair. I didn’t mention it- figured I’d let her discover it on her own. It is much softer now, so I don’t think she’d mind it as much like this.
I put my rings back on too today. I have two rings I wear- my wedding band, of course, and another one that Amanda got me when we were engaged. I called it my training ring, because I’d never worn a ring before. It’s silver and has a scroll design similar to the wedding ring. I’d taken them off on Saturday before we went to the beach in case I decided to go surfing. Yesterday I’d notice that I was missing them now and then because I guess I have a habit of tapping them against things or pushing them against a ledge to push them back up my fingers or just twisting them now and then or just pulling on them with my thumb. Today the first time I tried to fiddle and didn’t feel anything I decided to go upstairs and put them on before I forgot. For a moment as I was walking back downstairs they felt funny, but now all is right in the world again.
This evening Amanda and I mostly just caught up on TV. She watched Ellen, we watched Lost, Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother and House.
I’d finished off the cranberry grape juice earlier in the day and the Baked Cheetos last night, so I went to the store to get some of both of those. I looked up and down the chips aisle for the Baked Cheetos but I just could not find them. Finally as I was calling Amanda to see if she wanted anything else I saw them- two bags on the top shelf all the way back. I stood on the lowest shelf (you know, like just above floor level) and tried to reach them, but I couldn’t get one. I was a bit frustrated at first, but I’d be damned if I, a thirty-year-old man, was going to go find somebody and ask them to get me a bag of baked Cheetos because I’m to friggin short to reach them myself.
I ended up walking around to the other side of the aisle, and getting one from there. I guess the bread shelves are shorter, plus the bags were leaning backwards a little bit.
Hey, it’s Cinco de Mayo! Cinco de Mayo is one of those holidays we’re supposed to celebrate.
Zach Dotsey