The Adventures of a Boiled Sausage

A couple of months ago, I bought this package of boiled sausage at the Global Foods store.

But then when I wanted to eat it, it was nowhere to be found. Nobody else in the house has any interest in it, not even the cat. I was worried. I thought, dude, if I ate two pounds of boiled sausage and retained no memory of the event, this isn’t good. My blood sugars must be a lot less controlled than I think. Forgetting what you ate like this is evidence of being hypoglycemic. I was genuinely concerned. And sad to be deprived of the experience of eating the boiled sausage.

The other day, I spotted something bright colored under the driver’s seat of my car. And yes, it was the lost boiled sausage. It must have rolled out of the shopping bag on the way home from Global Foods. And stayed there, sad and uneaten. Fortunately, the wrapping is very hermetic. We’ve had a few scorchers recently and…. you can imagine.

I have three big events next week, none of which I want to attend. My mother in Canada is threatening to MAID herself out of spite. I won’t be able to go to Holy Week services on Tuesday or Friday. Both at work and at church people are bickering like they get paid to do it. If I hear one more complaint about the placement of the panikhida table, I’ll blow, and then somebody else will need an urgent panikhida. There’s so much to do at work, I feel like a deer in highlights. So today I put on a pink skirt with heart appliques and took the 67 all the way to the Global Foods store for two packages of boiled sausage. And a bunch of very healthy stuff too including pine cone jam for my husband, of course. So now I feel better.