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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Mystery of the Red Cabbage

Sometimes before things get awesome they have to get kind of really bad. I've alluded to a stressful (very busy and very sleepless) week or two before leaving for the "trip."

...like the night I ate a can of anchovies and a handful of raisins for dinner...

But I think this is when I really knew things were out of hand:


I was cleaning out my purse and I came across this red cabbage. I'm not quite sure how the red cabbage got into my purse, but I'm going to guess it went something like this:

• wake up after three hours of sleep
• stumble into kitchen
• open fridge door looking for lunch to bring to work
• spy this red cabbage
• think something dumb like, "I'll eat this red cabbage for lunch."
• put it in my purse
• eat normal food for the next couple days and never open purse

Still, I don't think the red cabbage incident is as bad as the time I was in college— sitting in a coffee shop during finals week, practically hallucinating— and I saw a 1996 VW Jetta drive by—the same make and model as the one I drove at the time. And I thought to myself, hopefully inaudibly, "Is that my car?" But spying the driver, I was reassured as I acknowledged, "No, that's not me driving."

14 comments:

  1. I have also been reassured that it's not me driving!
    And this cabbage story pretty much made up for my week that sounds similar. Thanks for sharing it!

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  2. How big is your purse???

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    1. Honestly, Chris, not big enough, which shows you just how off my rocker I was that week...

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  3. I once found a glass Pyrex container filled with rotten mushrooms. Ew!

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  4. Omg so hilarious.

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