A Heathen's Wednesday Night

Work's over.
Go to wal-mart.
Go up and down crowded isles.
Go back and forth b/c you don't have a list.
(Even though you're just buying two dinners, you still forget a lot.)
Stand over the pumpkins.
Lament.
Stand in line and pay.
Wish the cashier Happy Halloween, but she doesn't hear.
(The cashier the previous night did, and she had dyed magenta highlights.)
Pile groceries into my car.
Drive home through traffic.
Pile everything inside.
Unload from bags.
Get into comfy clothes.
Pull hair back.
Start boiling water.
Realize cans for spaghetti sauce are not pop tops.
Cursed electric can-opener isn't going to work for you.
Even after beloved husband threatened it the previous night.
Stop water from boiling.
Put shoes back on.
Go to the other wal-mart.
Walk through parking lot during which time the only word that you notice yourself muttering is the f-word.
Realize you should probably quiet down.
Grab a manual can-opener and some toilet paper.
Get back home.
Make spaghetti.
Get incredibly full.
Play Sims.
Watch Batman Returns.
Get cheered up by beloved husband.
Cuddle until you fall asleep.