woe is me
That's how this blog must sound some days. Really I don't mean to be negative. I don't really feel negative.. but this whole move has its ups and downs, and this morning was going down hill.
Yesterday our curriculum was supposed to arrive, but when it didn't and I checked the tracking, I realized that the address was printed wrong somewhere. So I called UPS this morning and found out where I could go pick it up. I got the directions and headed out. The address was on a highway that I'm familiar with, so I thought it would be easy enough to find. Wrong! I drove and drove, thinking a UPS distribution center would be pretty easy to spot. I ended up in a town about 15 minutes past where I was supposed to be, so I turned around. I headed back, this time being super careful to notice every building on either side of the road. Peering through some trees as I passed them, I spotted a UPS truck. I continued on until I could make a u-turn, and then went back. Sure enough, this UPS place was hidden in the trees, with no sign or anything. I didn't think that was very nice of them to hide from weary travelers like me.
On the way home, I planned to stop at the grocery store. I haven't yet picked a grocery store that I like best (there is no Safeway here). So I saw a Cub Foods along the way and thought I'd go there. I took the exit from the highway, but then made a wrong turn and ended up back on the highway, going the other way. Ugg! So I took an exit and tried again. This time I made it to the store and proceeded in with my list. It really takes forever to find things in a new store. If only it were laid out exactly like my beloved Safeway. I was back and forth throughout the store several times and had to ask employees at least twice to help me locate certain items. I honestly don't know how long I was in there. By the time I was ready to drive home, I felt I really deserved the enormous chocolate cupcake that called out to me as I walked through the bakery. I wish I had a picture for you. It really was a lovely cupcake. But my camera wasn't in the car, and there was no way that thing was going to make it all the way back to the house in one piece. I thought there might be half of it left, because it really was huge. But by the time I pulled into the driveway, there was nothing but a few crumbs. Oh, it was so good. It was a creme filled chocolate cupcake, like the kind from Hostess that you used to get in your lunch box only on very special days, only homemade looking and much bigger. It was very moist, and surprisingly light and fluffy. I kind of wish I hadn't tried it. Because now I know where they are and I may just go back for another sometime. If I can find it again.