however, on the way there i had a [justified] fit of road rage at the intersection of peachtree and um, i think it's the prado. you know, that shell station at the entrance to the ansley park neighborhood? and since the object of my rage left me stuck sitting at the red light, i was totally getting the "WELL, I NEVER!" stare-down from some lady at one of full-service pumps.
and if that wasn't bad enough, i did an unspeakable thing at hancock fabrics. they had a sale on pom pom balls [20% off] so i grabbed a few bags and picked out some lovely black fake fur [with which to make an aquatic ape], but neglected to notice the price per yard. after i received my cutting and price tag i totally balked, retreated to an empty corner where i unloaded my goods, and fled the store. i am so filled with shame right now.
and i wish i'd kept the pom poms.