I Wish I May, I Wish I Might…

It has recently come to my attention that my life is simply one moment of chaos after another.  Let me re-phrase that.  Newsflash: I am a walking magnet for disaster.

I suppose midnight is NOT the best time to go grocery shopping for a rotisserie chicken.  I found this out the hard way.  Exhausted, I stumbled into Cub for the sole purpose of buying a rotisserie chicken.  I have a busy week ahead of me and figured it would be an easy sandwich/meal maker for on-the-go dinners.  Newsflash: They de-rotisserize the chicken well before midnight.  I figured I might as well stock up for the week on other necessities, you know, since I was already there.

Arriving home, it was dark.  Cold.  I had my giant laptop bag, purse, textbooks, a 9×13 pan, and groceries to haul in.  AND I was wearing compression stockings and SPANX.  Just thought I’d throw that in there for dramatic affect.  (in my defense, both are doctor’s orders post-leg-surgery)  Moving on…

I am lugging (bags), hauling (books), sweating (SPANX), coughing (swine), and tripping (clutz) when suddenly…wait for it…SUDDENLY…wait for it…

…three bananas, two apples, poptarts, pasta, lettuce, two bottles of dressing, carrots, two boxes of granola bars, two yogurts, junior mints, a green pepper, an avacado, and two tomatoes RIPPED through the grocery bags rolling ALL over the pavement in different directions.

I stood there, my bags falling off my exhausted shoulders, and surveyed the damage.  Looking up into the black sky, I searched for a star…any star…a wishing star…but all I found was a blinking satellite. It’ll have to do, I sighed.

So there I stood whispering in the dark to my sweet wishing satellite: I wish I may, I wish I might, be rescued by a prince tonight. No sooner were my words spoken when headlights rounded the corner and slammed on their brakes.  I stood there frozen like a deer in headlights as the car schreeched around me, ignoring my stunningly beautiful brown mane.  Or was it my stunned stare at the Romaine?

Thanks for nothing Wishing Satellite.  Thanks for nothing…

4 comments On I Wish I May, I Wish I Might…

  • Well, at least it made for a good post…life….I have so many moments such as you described. Thank you for pointing out the sweat…that is the thing that throws me over the edge when everything if falling apart…on top of it all, I start sweating and then I get woozy and then I'm certain I'm gonna pass out…..ugh.

  • Honestly, if you've got any better outlook, those groceries would pick themselves up! 🙂

  • Jenni – I came to Miss Mona's Whimsy and am now regretting that I didn't buy one of your chalk windows. Do you have any right now?


  • Oh Jenni…I've missed you!!! I hardly have time to read blogs anymore but when I got your e-mail I had to check. What a gift you have with the written word.

    Your chalk boards are great! I hope you sell them all!

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