Okay, I am not presently depressed. That feels good to say. I did, however, buy some Hawaiian rolls at Wal-mart the other day and had a bad feeling gnawing at my gut as I put that bright orange package into my cart. Why? Where was this feeling coming from? As all good mentally-ill people do, I stopped and took stock. Why was I having an aversion to these rolls? And then I remembered. The last time I bought those rolls was the last time I was depressed. My kids tend to treat these rolls like little cakes that they cannot keep their hands off of and consequently sneak them from the fridge every few minutes until they're all gone...within an hour....seriously. And so, last time I bought them, and they did this, one of my children (that one named "not me") dropped one on the floor, and left it there. Well, myself, being in the deepest of depressions, could not bend over and pick it up. (If this baffles you, you do not have depression, no need to get tested.) I also was not able to do the work of finding out which of my kids did it so they could pick it up. (Remember it was that "not me" guy) So, that freakin' Hawaiian roll sat in that spot on my floor for days and days and days. And every time I would open my fridge I would look at it. And I would feel irritated. And I would know that I was still depressed because there was no way I was pickin' it up. (Let's not even get started on the wreckage that surrounded the roll!) Finally, after my pesky chemicals began to balance out, I bent over and stuck that stupid thing in the trash! Take from that story what you wish.
p.s-Doesn't that crease in the roll kinda look like a stethoscope? Hmmm....a sign perhaps that a doctor is needed if you have a roll on your floor for two weeks?
9 comments:
It does look like a stethoscope. :-) Your stories are funny even when they are about depression!
Bridget
I love that your posting this at 1 o'clock in the morning!! Gotta love GNO!
Way to look at the humor in ALL things, even a hawaiian roll. I'll never think of them the same way. You are so funny.
Glad to hear that you are "on top" now (so to speak). Being on the bottom stinks because frankly, you are not in control and things don't feel as good. So here's to hairy, moldy rolls in the trash can and to riding on top of life for a while. Cheers!
Yummm...hawaiian rolls. i'm glad you're feeling well and jammin' it up.
I hate to say that I too devour hawaiian rolls. So YUMMY!!!! I am so glad you're in a good place.
I have a similar story but worse. Must be related in person, though. Suffice it to say in resounding manner: I CAN RELATE!!
What I'm taking from this story: Did Jared ever even notice it there during the two weeks? Would Paul have noticed? Or cared? Or eaten it with his roast?
Glad you're feeling up.
ooh--i'm good at this, too. i'll walk around things FOREVER until i finally realize they're driving me crazy and then (and only then) will i finally take care of it. good for you that something like that only happens for you when you're depressed!
Why are ya takin pics of this stuff? I worry about you sometimes Liz. In 20 years, is your family photo album going to be filled with pictures of Hawaiian rolls with stethescopes on them and cornflakes that resemble American Idol winners?
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