I found a pair of grey work pants. And some cool tops. It was hot out. I was fairly disheveled.
Leaving Walmart I ran into Dr. Death's boss with her two kids. She's the kind of lady who like does full makeup to go to the mailbox. At least I was wearing jeans. A bra might have been nice, but ya KNOW. I save that stuff for when it's needed.
Which is apparently all the TIME but well, you don't know.... What you don't know

It was awkward, but she recognized me. I tend to go hippie whenever I can. I shall just... Own it.
Lord. Well now I know for sure they live in Douglas.
Also, me and Meredith Grey have A DEEP and LENGHTY assignation planned for tonight. I forgot how dated that show is. At the beginning. I mean the "hot dude" has longish curls and wears baggy, stonewashed jeans. No thanks. Also... married.
I can't stand how waify Meredith is, I really want to feed her. I ALSO can't stand her pithy little monologues and musings about how "med school/my life" is so much like "Deep philosophical concept." They make me want to punch her EVERY time. So yea, we will be communing over my Eggplant Parmagan from Michael's kitchen which is the best thing you can heat up in a microwave in my opinion.
With that said, more time punching Meredith is WAY better then time spent wanting to punch Dr. Doom. So I will commune deeply tonight. The wife just showed up.
That's like NEVER good. "The wife showed up" in TV show.
Anna