So, I went to the grocery store tonight for two reasons: 1) watching a girly movie without ice cream seems like a crime 2) I had a headache that required Advil.
As I wandered around the grocery store because I can’t help but become mesmerized by food, I contemplated what was in my basket: 1 pint of cookie dough ice cream, 1 bottle of Advil, 1 coconut/lime candle. What would you think if you were my cashier? I had visions of being stereotyped as lord knows what, so I went to the self-checkout machines instead. I’m still trying to figure out what I found a little embarrassing about the whole situation: not-so-romantic evening for one? 
For the record, the movies were lovely, the ice cream really hit the spot, my headache is long gone, and my apartment smells like coconut/summer!
G’night. Zzzzzzz
