A GRRR! Morning

I got up early this morning and put the ingredients for a 1.5 pound loaf in the bread maker. When it was time to get it out, I couldn’t get the pan to unclip and come out. I walked away from it because I was so irritated. It didn’t help one bit to have Fred look at it calmly and apply the flat of a knife to the clip on the side where the basket had slipped out and below it. I get very annoyed with myself when I don’t see something perfectly obvious like that. {And I reduced the water a tablespoon and the bread rose perfectly! So maybe that was the problem or perhaps it was the Jupiter aligned with Mars thingy! I make a lot of bread but have no idea why some rises perfectly and some rises and then falls!}

Then we went off to Costco. I bought four things. When one leaves, a person at the door looks at and marks the receipt. I had always assumed that it was to be sure you weren’t trying to slip out with anything extra. So, imagine my suprise when I got out to the car and started to put the FIVE things in the back. There was a bag of Green Mountain coffee that belonged to the man who was standing in the line in front of me. Fred finished putting in the four things I had legitimately paid for and I went back with the coffee. I told the woman at the door what had happened and asked what I should do. She said, "Take it over to the service desk." I cast a swift glance at the service desk where there were two clerks working and EIGHT people waiting in line, and said politely and firmly, "I am sorry but I don’t have the time to do that. Here you are," and I handed it over to her, "and I was on register 12," I said showing her my receipt. Then I left.

So, we went home and Fred pulled up. I got the box with the four legitimate purchases out of the back and walked carefully over the icy sidewalk to the door. I expected him to be right behind me to open the door . I didn’t have my keys since I wasn’t driving and all my keys are on one ring. I stood at the door waiting for him and after a minute or two, realized he was sweeping the snow off the roof of his car and CHATTING to a neighbor? Ummm, excuse me? I am standing here at this door with this box which is getting heavier and heavier by the minute and you are chatting? Finally I said loudly, "Fred? Could you come and open the door for me?" he came, full of apologies saying he hadn’t seen me there. Oh, really? I am 5 ft 9 in and wearing a brilliantly yellow jacket and hat? "Well, I didn’t know you didn’t have your keys!" Ummm, I am standing in 17 degree temperatures outside the door because I want to? Sheesh!

Anyway, my irritablity has subsided and when I finish this, I will put on my coat and hat and scarf and gloves and orange vest and iPod—and go for the second walk of the day! LOL