mornings are rough.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but for the most part, things have been running smoothly. Today however, that lovely streak came to an end. Summer is long gone, Fall came and went in the blink of an eye, and as far as I’m concerned we are in the middle of a Polar Vortex in mid November.

Yesterday, while it was 14 effing degrees outside, I had a genius idea. This shouldn’t come as a shock though, because I have genius ideas all the time. But seriously, I needed to do groceries and I figured, what better time to get them delivered than when it’s freezing outside?!

So I went onto Peapod.com and started my virtual shopping list. If you’ve never heard of Peapod, Google it! It’s a game changer. Not that I don’t enjoy strolling the isles of my local Jewel, but there’s nothing like picking and choosing grocery items from the comfort of your own cozy bed.

Anyway, I chose to have my goods delivered this morning anytime between 7:30 am and 1pm. Of course, they decided to grace me with their presence right at 8am while I was still half asleep (it’s my day off, don’t judge me). So I threw on a robe and ran downstairs to open the lobby door for the delivery guy who was actually stuck at the front gate because the code I gave him to get in wasn’t working. Fabulous! Mid-way through my walk to get him I threw my hands in the air and yelled out something he luckily didn’t understand as I realized I came downstairs without my keys, leaving me locked out.

OF COURSE!

So I’m standing outside while it’s 12 degrees, in a cheetah robe with my Peapod delivery guy who’s wearing layers on layers, hat, gloves and facemask (cause it’s that damn cold), and all I could do was laugh. I insisted that he leave me there with my bags of groceries because someone would eventually have to go to work right? Wrong. He was nice enough to wait with me and laugh at me some more for what seemed like an eternity, but regardless I was grateful.

Then suddenly, I had another genius idea (see, they do happen all the time). I opened this little metal slot I always thought was for people’s cigarette butts in hopes of finding a spare key and like some sort of miracle, there it was!

I screamed, he cheered, and I gave him a good tip for being such a good sport. Peapod, I love you. Just don’t deliver anything to me before noon.

xo

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