Glorifying the Mundane

Glorifying the Mundane does exactly what it says. You might hear about baby carrots and milkshakes. You might hear about the pungent guy on the subway. I can only promise that the absurdity will be ordinary, quintessential and tempered with my acerbic observations.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Eve Morning

I am snuggled up in my brand new fuschia H&M angora sweater. It's probably meant to be a sweater dress, but I'm wearing it over black work-out pants and I think that looks good and is not too risque. I'm at my brother's house in NJ and I've just gobbled about 5 homemade chocolate chip cookies which I'm consuming with my first cup of coffee today.

I took the ole chinatown bus here today and it left NYC around 11am. I was planning to take an earlier one, but I'm glad I didn't. Some guys got on our bus after about 90 minutes of driving. They said they took the 7am bus from new york and the bus was stopped an an icy bridge for about 3 hours. Ugh. I was dropped at the Cherry Hill mall at 1:17pm where I immediately proceeded to browse. The place was packed, which eventually overpowered my pleasure in being a consumer.

Sam was already enroute to the airport to pick up our mother, so they came to pick me up around 2:30pm. I had ample time to eat half a food court mall wrap sandwich and buy some last minute gift supplements as well as treating myself to some sale sweaters and other items. In my included bag of "natural" potato chips there was a cube-like chunk of fried crispy potato product. I didn't eat it. I only ate half my wrap sandwich. Later in the car, my mother seemed crabby so I fed her the other half of my sandwich.

Now, all my presents are wrapped. I was far too generous this year. Hopefully, I shall receive as well as I give. I also hope Christams Day is this fantastic and filled with just as many delicious carbs.