Monday, August 11, 2008

ready for the floor...

sometimes life is like a brown paper grocery sack...
and sometimes you are walking out to your car, and the bottom of that sack gives out.. and everything tumbles on down to the floor while you do your best impression of a juggler and try to catch it all with your pinkies and toesies... (gravity always wins).

In these cases it is pretty much impossible to save face. You cant really NOT look like a dummy when you just spilled all your freshly purchased groceries all over the asphalt..

And then you might feel some other things besides dumb (like angry..angry at yourself for not being more careful or angry because you asked that bagger-person, specifically to please to double bag so that it wouldn't happen to you again.. or .. or maybe exasperated that you have to clean it all up etc etc.)

but most of all, you just feel like a foolish.. like a dummy... embarrassed..

at those times in life, its best when people you really really like are around.. because, while they simpathize with your 'spilled milk' situation.. they cant help but start laughing really hard at you.. and pretty soon you are laughing really hard..then you are on the ground amoung the spilled groceries, its not like it didnt happen, but it's not so bad because you needed a really good laugh.. and then you don't mind so much that you look like a dummy because, hey, it's really funny.. and you are laughing and its nice to be alive..

and you know? broken bags.. spilling.. looking like a dummy.. laughing. that is exactly what makes life interesting..

what would life be if grocery bags didn't rip open every now and then?

5 comments:

Abby Rose said...

Emily I am here laughing with you over spilled milk.
Just needed you to know.
Love you lady.

vantastic said...

hee hee. love it.

Ms. White said...

true true.
it's so nice to have friends!

bambam said...

i was just thinking about you b/c of going to shows in slc and remembering our interlude at interpol and then i loved your newest posts. this one reminded me of last night in the smith's parking lot when i lost my receipt and it went tumbling away...i swooped for it at least 3 times, chasing it bit by bit, an old man in a dusty truck was watching, an then i finally caught it. embarrassed and never told anyone...until now.

an illdressed foolishwise said...

AMBER!!!!


Where have you been all of my life!!

We are in Provo! Let's play!!

(i love playing tag with the receipts.. so great!) Oh I just love you new blogs.. and I just miss you!)