End of my day: My grocery-shopping partner (who shall go unnamed) thought it'd be funny to slither like a snake on his belly through the produce section, grab a butterfly net in the seasonal display (cheap toys) by the pharmacy to swat around the organic cereals ... and sprint away from me, screaming. I know the "right" thing to do would have been to return what was in my basket and march ourselves straight out of the store, but that would require retracing lots of steps -- creating additional opportunities for missteps -- or asking a store associate to do the returning for us, which just didn't seem fair. So after grabbing a few more things, continually corralling my crazy-making shopping companion, I made a beeline for the wine aisle and grabbed a bottle of pinot noir. It crashed into little pieces and poured out a blood-red puddle on the driveway at home, a beautiful mess. Devastating. At least we had beer.
Tomorrow is a new day.