Thursday, April 22, 2010
Jeff and I are lying in bed. He leans over and turns off the light.
“Good night... Jeff?”
“I was thinking about the amount of frozen food we’ve been heating in the microwave and how all of the food in those plastic containers with the dioxin are so bad for you and then I think if I take Trader Joe’s frozen Indian food out of my diet, what’s left? Then I feel lazy for relying on it so much and how I should be cooking more and you know, maybe I should get rid of all of our plastic containers and switch over to glass for everything for our health and the environment and stuff?
I heard this report that a lot of the 'organic' products from Whole Foods are from China and other countries where the word 'organic' is sort of a crap-shoot. I know we didn’t see Food Inc because we already know everything’s messed up but are afraid to know how much and maybe we should be vegetarians? I love animals but I also love bacon and where do you go with that? I mean really, looking into the eyes of a cow? They're very soulful.
I'm thinking maybe we should move up Bob's bedtime. He keeps falling asleep unplanned and taking weird disco naps during the day and then he's up too late. You know, I realized that he is the only one of the three of us right now with a valid passport. Both of ours expired. I should pick up new paperwork for us next time I’m at the post office. We need to get your car serviced since the maintenance light is on. When should we do that? We can figure it out. I’m snack mom next Wednesday and the color of the week is orange and I can’t think of anything fun but maybe I should just go with obvious orange things? I don’t know. For Bob's party, do you think one of the trees in the front yard would be strong enough to hold a piñata?"
“Are you having an anxiety attack right now?”
“No. I’m not having an anxiety attack. Why? Do I seem like I’m having an anxiety attack? What makes you say that?”
“If I had half of that stuff running around in my head I would definitely be having an anxiety attack. All the time.”
"Maybe I need to make another list."
"Maybe you just need to go to sleep."
"Yeah, you're right... Good night."
"But seriously what about the pinata?"