After weeks (literally) of an empty pantry and refrigerator, I broke down and went to the grocery store tonight - something I always put off until a few weeks after the last minute, even though when I finally go I realize grocery shopping is not really that bad.  I’m not sure why I dread it so much.

To start with, I wore my only most hipster-looking outfit: skinny jeans (okay, they’re jeggings) with an old tank top, oversized boyfriend sweater, and flat sandals.  At the checkout, with my re-usable grocery bags in tow, I noticed that around three-quarters of the $150 worth of groceries in my cart was from the produce or organic section of the store.  (I did buy Diet Coke and Cool Whip - there are some processed things our bodies just need.)  When the last little bit didn’t fit into my bags, the saleslady automatically reached for the paper sacks behind the counter and said, “Paper, right?”

I paid, feeling quite hipster.  In the parking lot when I popped the trunk, my yoga mat was staring back at me, front and center.  I laughed out loud.  I moved it, loaded the bags, and went home.  As I was unloading the trunk back at home, I noticed the green tubs by the door and thought, “I need to take the recycling down to the curb.”

Who am I?!?

Don’t worry, I still have good taste in music.