And they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same

Text boxes and checkboxes and dropdown select boxes and and and… Radio buttons!!! I suspect I will be dreaming about the bits and pieces that make up web user interface design tonight. When I am not trying to flowchart things in my sleep. I suppose that beats shoreline dreams. This will be the result of an “all day” meeting (five hours with pizza in the middle) to go through new designs with our wonderful developers, who always come up with wonderful questions which we often answer with something along the lines of “duuuhhh”. And then return to the drawing board for a bit. This afternoon? Brain = mush. That is an equation. Yes, it is! Pizza was good though (and greasy) and I WAS HUNGRY!!! (A little grease is good for you. Yes, it is.)

Getting out of the box a little bit. In this case, I mean the grokkery shopping box. I think it is time for the male member of the household to take on a little bit of the grokkery shopping responsibility. I don’t mean that I want him to start doing the meal planning. We’d probably be eating a lot of things out of cans in that case and, anyway, I like to do the planning. Hmm, I can’t believe I just wrote that! Meal planning has driven me NUTS for about the last 10 years. But it’s something I used to enjoy and I am trying to enjoy it again with the help of a nice up-scale grokkery store within walking distance. But I don’t do snacks very well. Back in the days before the beach urchins could actually drive themselves to the grokkery store and buy things with their own money my debit card, they were often with me at the store and you better believe we bought snacks. Moom, can we have this? Moom, can we have that? Moom, we NEEEEEEED that! There was always junk food around here, often to the point where it would get stale and I would have to throw it out. Now? I am almost always at the grokkery store alone. Sometimes Mouse goes with me but she is a healthier eater than I am nowadays and not the snack hound she once was. So. I propose that the GG actually make a weekly run to a grokkery store of his choice and fill up on whatever chips, dips, and jerky he wants. Er, except for ostrich jerky. That stuff can stink up a whole automotive vee-hickle and it did that once in my experience. Fortunately, it was the Uncly Uncle’s Caddy-lac, not one of our vee-hickles.

I think I am done. I could talk about all the boxes of junk that are in the Landfill Dungeon but I don’t want to go there and y’all don’t want to read about it.

G’night. -KW

2 Responses to “And they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I love pizza and sometimes crave it! My husband has done the grocery shopping for the past 24 years and I mow the lawn.

  2. isa Says:

    I hardly ever took your debit card!!