Kurt and I ventured out to do a little shopping yesterday, which was a poor choice. The mall on a Saturday? Ugh. Here’s my problem with Anchorage: I can not go anywhere without seeing somebody I know. (I’m also not a huge fan of Anchorage’s relative proximity to the North Pole.) And when I’m bra-shopping and haven’t showered and look a hot mess, the last thing I want is to run into my junior high biology lab partner. Or any other human except for the salesgirl.
Just sayin’.
Then we went to the food court to eat a rubbery slice of pizza, and Kurt remarked, “This seems like a great place to pick up swine flu.”
And today I have a sore throat.
Waaaaaaaaa.
Some people should never leave the house. I think I’m one of them.
