Doncha just hate when . . .

[wolf]

Haircuts for me are easy. Every six months or so (when the ends are getting too raggedy), the hair goes into a ponytail holder and I trim off the bottom inch or so.

What I hate is the cheap-ass bags that you get from the supermarkets these days. They're okay while they're sitting in the cart, usually survive being placed in the car, but then they self-destruct as you're carrying things into the house. And not just any bag ... the ones holding the TP and the toothpaste and the non-foods, they're fine. The overloaded ones with the milk and the detergent, they stay intact, but the freakin' ones where you have the dozen yogurts because of the 12 for $5 special, and the bag of tomatoes and eggs you've nestled gently on the top of the pile the whole way home ... those are the ones that split right at the seams and scatter everything everywhere.

That's why I've switched to granola-eatin' hippie cloth bags. Not the environment. The tragedy of the tomatoes.