morning

I had the most typical Emily morning.

I drop my mom off at the doctor and drive down to the Co-op (super hippy organic store) to pick up this stuff my best friend Brittany uses in her smoothies every morning. It's a powder that apparently contains nearly your whole daily serving of fruits and vegetables. I don't know what it's called, but I hate most vegetables and think it will be pretty beneficial to my body. I walk around the entire store like a lost dog–after perusing the wine aisle, at 10 am, obviously–and finally find the powder products (I do not know what any of this stuff is officially categorized under). There are like five different brands I can go with, but I do not want to go with the wrong one, so I stand in this aisle for almost fifteen minutes waiting for Brittany to text me back the name of the one she uses. Two separate employees are skeptical of me and ask if I need anything. I swear I spend half my life standing in one particular aisle, weighing pros and cons, texting friends to see what they think (especially when it comes to choosing a hair dye). It's a nightmare. 

Brittany doesn't text back, so I grab a jar of coconut oil for my hair and leave. I head in the direction of the coffee shop, but pop into a closer cafe instead to try it out. Thought process: "Oh look at this really hippy cafe place, it has so many plants and it's adorable, just so great, I'll get an iced coffee here." Such a mistake. The place is empty, five people are working, and it takes probably seven minutes for them to get an iced coffee together. The guy at the register even writes it down on a notepad, because clearly "large iced coffee" is too complex an order to remember. When I get the coffee, which is the size of a small, I turn to the counter for half and half (if you know me, you know I do not put milk in my coffee; cream, or no coffee) and there is only COCONUT MILK. Literally, just that. Not even soy milk, or hemp milk, or regular milk. I am so confused I just walk out and go to my trusted coffee shop to buy another iced coffee so I can use their cream, in both coffees. 

Later, at the Verizon store while discussing phone upgrades, I'm explaining to the sales lady why I think the 5c is a terrible iPhone, very unintelligently. She basically tries to tell me I have no idea what I'm talking about, and that is that. 

Then my mom and I pull up behind my sister's car and we see a massive dent in the back from where someone must have hit it in the parking lot. My mom FREAKS OUT and her unwarranted anxiety soars to new heights. Insurance companies are called, police reports are filed, and tensions are unsuccessfully attempted to be calmed. 

I emailed Dane from the safety of my bed at the end of the day, with WAY too much coconut oil spread through my hair.