I find it interesting that of all the mundane, pointless things I *could* blog, I seem to have the impulse to write when I’m rudely awoken in the morning before I’d like to be.
The alarm was set for 8:30 (yeah I know– I’m lazy). About 6 am I become conscious and gradually aware that there is a high pitched mechanical chirp sounding at intervals of a minute or so. Crap. We had a problem with our cO2 detectors a while back where they’d chirp at odd hours and need to be reset. This wasn’t one of them, though. This was the smoke detector in my room, therefore not ignorable. Guh. Closer inspection reveals that it’s simply that the battery needs to be replaced. Why couldn’t it have waited a few hours to start chirping?
After rummaging unsuccessfully for a fresh 9-volt battery, I resolved to go to the grocery store at 6:15 in the morning (I don’t know if I’ve ever written out the word “rummage” before. Looks kinda weird, but what a cool word). Once there, I grabbed a couple 9-volt batteries and then figured I’d make use of the trip and get some fresh OJ (I’m sort of addicted to this Tropicana stuff that’s NOT made from concentrate… it really does taste like the picture on the front of it of an orange with a straw sticking out– like I’m drinking a fresh, sweet orange in liquid form).
mmm… Amazing, Straight-from-the-Orange Taste
As I head down that isle, an employee passing me says “Good morning!”, to which I gave the autopilot response of “Good morning.” As I kept walking I heard myself say aloud “Is it a good morning?”, questioning whether it could possibly be a good thing to be disturbed from a peaceful, comfortable slumber by such an annoyance that required a trip to the grocery store to resolve, accompanied by some heartburn (no I haven’t had any OJ yet).
I know I choose my attitude. This morning I’m choosing to be a little grumpy (how appropriate that the hat I put on to go to the store was my Grumpy hat I got from Disneyworld a few years back.) At least I have that Amazing, Straight-from-the-Orange Taste to look forward to. And got to use the word “rummage”.
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10 responses to “9-Volt Batteries and Orange Juice”
rummage sounds like that guy from the burbs. but i can’t remember his real name.
you’ve got to try the prilosec. give it 4 days, but after that, no heartburn. don’t get the surgery!
I see RSS is keeping you up to date, Josh 😉
On the Burbs…haha. That’s Rumsfield. That dude is hilarious… “There go the *(*#$% brownies!”
I think I tried Prilosec OTC once upon a time, tho not for long. I used to use Prevacid– it worked well. I almost never get heartburn these days, tho– only if my sleeping is out of whack or something, and some Pepcid complete will usually knock that out.
Goo, I’m glad that high-pitched noise was DOWNSTAIRS and not UPSTAIRS. Although I THOUGHT I heard someone leave at an unnatural hour of the morning… I think I replaced all the batteries in the smoke alarms on the top floor in early Spring when they were all chirping… now THAT was obnoxious. Hope you bought some spare 9-volts! 🙂 I’m sorry you were so rudely awakened! At least it wasn’t by silly dogs barking…
Well at least if the dogs were barking I could roll over and go back to sleep. Having to go to the store to get the smoke detector to shut up? Pain in the rear 😉
You and your strange addictions. But who am I to talk, really? I easily get addicted to things. Like chocolate-covered raisins, Smarties, and cashews.
that’s it, the next time i’m up till 4 in the morning not able to sleep, i am gonna cause a ruckus before i go to bed, so you can rant about me waking you up. also “ruckus” is pretty fun word to type too! 🙂
I’m I gonna have to leave the house to run an errand to shut you up, too?
ummmm, ya, sure, whatever makes you angry!
rawr! Um, ok. What do you want while I’m at the store?
some grape laffy taffys and darigold chocolate milk.