So, yesterday, on my pilgrimage of awesomeness during which I shopped at Boggy Creek, helped a friend pack up her house for a move, got a mammogram-O and bone density scan, made quiche, cleaned dishes, watered plants, took kids to tutoring, did errands, and came home, this was on my dashboard:
Yep. That's right. On my list were underwear, flea treatments, coffee, toilet paper, and probiotics. So, all day, while traipsing about central Austin like a total badass, I had a post-it stuck on my dash in full view of the groovy, but fashionable populace which made it look like I had a raging case of diarrhea necessitating new undergarments and probably brought on by too much coffee. Oh, and fleas.
I'm not even going to tell you about the underwear. It wasn't for me. Really. I swear.
So much for feeling like a badass.