Welcome, 2015. We have been looking forward to your arrival.
Sometimes I get lost in the hustle and bustle of life. I become totally consumed with my schedule and forget to do ordinary, normal things. Thus, I decided that my New Years Resolution would be to become a tad more organized – ya know, things like hanging the pictures that have been sitting on my floor for months, going to the grocery store more than once a quarter, making time to watch Dance Moms every week, etc.
When I got back to D.C., I decided that I should start on this resolution promptly. I hammered nails into the wall at 11:15 p.m. (which is the BEST way to make friends with the neighbors, in case you’re wondering) and reorganized my closet (daring, but mission accomplished).
For a moment, it looked as though I had my life in order. I thought to myself, “Take that, 2015! I am kickin’ your HINEY.”
And then I went to the grocery store.
I walked in the store, expecting a relaxing, quiet trip, but NO. Everyone in the D.C./Virginia area decided that they, too, would stock up their refrigerators and pantries. People were fighting over the cheese, the rice was completely sold out, and the produce section was pure chaos. It was a scene out of The Hunger Games.
I walked down each aisle and seized what I could.
Feta cheese? Sure, I’ll use this!
Fire roasted corn salsa? Of course – ideal for snacking.
A bag of miniature oranges? PERFECT FOR LUNCHES.
The next day, I was eating my pre-made lunch, and when I peeled my orange it started BLEEDING a red juice. As if I had witnessed a literal murder, I screamed for my boss and immediately g-chatted my roommate.
Witness the hysteria below:
Note to self: This is what happens when you blindly grab items at the grocery store.
If the rest of 2015 is going to be anything like the first few days then I will volunteer as tribute for this surprising year.