After blowing a cool hundred U.S. American dollars at TJ's, I got in my car and could not use enough hand sani. And then I raced home, not to dive into the new channa masala I bought, but to vigorously wash my hands thrice.
OK just kidding--I raced home to dive into the channa masala.
And the spicy spinach pizza. And the fresh strawberries and blackberries. And the veggie chips. And the lime chili cashews. And the watermelon FruityFlakes. And the sushi rolls. And the Purple Moon Shiraz.
But ALSO to wash my hands. Because seriously, my hands felt hot and squirmy with the bum-bum germs of 10 million hippies.
Fair-trade dark chocolate on a hot tin slide.
Good thing I also bought delicious lemon hand-soap at Trader Joe's. I went through about 1/4 of it.
Before diving into my channa masala. Braaaaaap.