Yesterday: Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Alien Invasion

I had big plans yesterday. They involved brownies, and the newest Antia Blake adventure.


I couldn't remember if I used all of the eggs for Danger Carrie's birthday cake or not, so I called Puppy to ask him to check out our egg situation. The conversation some how ended up with me going to the grocery store to pick up vanilla bean ice cream, cherries, cool whip and other assorted things I didn't really need.

In the check out lane, a man commented on how he and I bought the same brand of ice cream. You know, the one on sale. Evidently he thought it was Fate. He was mildly upset with himself that he forgot cool whip when I, genius that I am, remembered to put it in the cart. He mumbled his half-hearted rant on non-dairy whipped topping without eye contact. I responded to the cashier, but not to him. When I reached the end of the belt, I noticed he hadn't even started bagging his groceries, and was still talking.

Guy: I have never had this kind of ice cream before, my roommate recommended it.
Me: My roommate recommended it to me as well.
Guy: Small world.
Me: Yes, quite the coincidence.

See, soul mates.

I managed to bag my eight items faster than he could bag his four items and as I bent over to grab the bag, I looked down. Oh. Hello girls. Somehow my wrap had fallen open and the top I was wearing under it had slid down to reveal about an acre of pale, freckled cleavage. Soul mates indeed.


When I finally got home I reheated spaghetti sauce on the stove, boiled fresh noodles, and made garlic toast. Puppy and I sat down and devoured all of it while watching the last 10 minutes of X-Men. When it was over, I refused to watch Jumper and we put in the second disc of Firefly. (Which, I have fallen in love with howevermany years after everyone else.) I realized at 8:30 after an episode ended, a new Anita book came out and I was supposed to go to the book store, and instead I went home to have dinner with my roommate. I was nearly stupefied. How could I let this happen? How could I do this to Jean-Claude? How could I do this to Micah...and Nathanial... and Asher... and Jason... and Cookie? Do I have a fever? What's wrong with me? Edward would be so dissapointed.

I asked puppy to come with me to the book store, well, I bribed him with Jamba Juice. On the way there, I pointed out the scary Cub Foods. Every time I go in there, I swear more than half of the people are aliens. It is indefinably creepy. He told me he never had that experience, that everyone seemed normal, and some of the cashiers are actually cute.

Suspicious, I know.


We picked up the book (and I met a woman who was wearing my cardigan and had also been to the RT convention, Squee!) and just as I was about to hide under the covers and read the book, he insisted we finish that disc of Firefly, and I did. When the disc finished, it was nearly midnight, and I was exhausted. I went to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the mountain of pillows that is my bed.

I have had a Laurell K. Hamilton book for hours and haven't read a single paragraph. Of course, I fully plan on eating ice cream (and possibly brownies) for dinner tonight and reading until I pass out. I am on alert for any suspicious behaviors by myself or others. I checked the back of my head today, to see if I have an alien parasite controlling my brain. I can't feel one, so I am pretty sure I am safe....or am I?