the smell of my desperation has become a stench

The End of The Rolling Groceries

A few years ago I had just driven out of the parking lot at the grocery store when I pulled to the side of the road to tweet something like: “The sound of all of the food rolling around in the back of my car as I drive home from the grocery store is responsible for at least 80% of the murders I commit.” Not that exactly, Susan, because you’re about to point out that a few years ago twitter only allowed 140 characters and that sentence is 161 characters long. I SAID SOMETHING LIKE. This post may contain a capital letter or two given what a relatively shitty week it has been, so if you even think about counting out characters or sending me an email telling me that I should have treated my most recent depressive episode with herbs and fucking essential oils I might just have to come over there and stitch a cactus to your asshole with a rusty needle I found on the sidewalk outside of Big Lots.


This post is going to be a briefer than normal post (oops, turned out IT ISN’T) given that I have approximately 15 minutes of free time to get it all out—I got really, really sick earlier this week and then even more sicker and then even the most sickest, and because my primary care physician left the practice and I haven’t chosen a new doctor, AND because I have less than zero extra minutes in any given day I decided to self-diagnose my churning stomach and took some Cipro I had on hand. Be ye not so stupid. Do not attempt. Abort. Might as well drink your own toilet water, that’d be a more smarter move.

It expired in 2014, a year after I’d had it filled when I traveled to Haiti for the first time. And it turned my churning stomach into a cauldron of fire and piss and moldy lima beans. Five stars. Thumbs up. Will come back and visit with the kids!

Point is, I got a whole bunch of recommendations after that tweet as to how to solve the problem of The Rolling Groceries, and all of them were along the lines of, “Get yourself one of these. Or these. Or try this. Or this.” And I thought, but wait a minute. I have to buy a container for my car which is itself a container, to hold the groceries that are in bags (CONTAINERS), groceries which themselves are CONTAINED in boxes or cartons or tubes. I declare a conspiracy! WHAT ON EARTH. A container for a container for containers for even more containers? It’s like someone got high and thought, “You know what? This cheese doesn’t taste enough like cheese, so I’m going to sprinkle some cheese on it and then dip it in cheese and then throw it away and just stick an entire block of Velveeta up my butt.”

I have no opinions on anything.

You know what is responsible for the other 20% of the murders I commit, by the way? People who do not know how to navigate a four-way stop. Round those motherfuckers up and deport THEM. ICE needs to stop ripping apart families and just run surveillance at four-way stops and yank people out of their cars by their hair when they needlessly hesitate and wring their hands when it is CLEARLY THEIR TURN TO GO. I apologize to my children at least four times every morning for rolling down the window in the freezing cold so that I can wave an inappropriate hand gesture at the van in front of me that has 17 stick figure decals on their back window. You think I am exaggerating. Have I ever been known to exaggerate? This is Utah. 17 is weak sauce.

So I have deliberately chosen to continue to drive around with groceries weaving their way, all zig-zagging, around the back of my car for a few years, the sound of it driving me murderously goddamn bonkers. And then, I don’t know, a couple of weeks ago I thought, “Maybe processed cheese up the ass would be fun?” So I bought one:

If you say ONE SINGLE WORD to me about the plastic bags, Susan, so help me Heavenly Mother. I am walking Coco almost four miles a day now and I use them to pick up her poop. And then I smear that poop on church doors and dump the bags in streams used for drinking water.

I am always trying (mostly) to be a good example to my kids, and so whenever I curse in front of them or, you know, AT them or lose my temper or make an irrational, heat of the moment declaration or hand gesture, I apologize and admit that I was wrong. And so here I am apologizing to all those generous people who years ago told me about the containers for the containers for the objects already contained. Because this thing has totally changed my life. Like, I kind of want to start a religion based on this container and pray to it and perform secret ceremonies and handshakes in its name. And in this religion no man would be allowed to hold the priesthood. Only women and rescue dogs.

And since it easily collapses when I’m not using it, I ordered another one today for those trips to the grocery store that are double or triple this size—I am feeding growing girls, and dear god, the fucking cereal.

And Advil.

Groceries no longer roll around the back of my car and, holy shit. The coincidence. I am committing 50% less homicides—the remaining 30% got transferred to the occasional tweet I see referencing Tomi Lahren and emails from people who tell me that I should have cured my depression by eating kale.

  • Polly

    2018/02/02 at 7:51 am

    Now if I could just find a container for the thoughts contained in the container that is my brain. To keep that shit from rolling around. Or falling out when I open it.

  • Wendy Richards

    2018/02/02 at 8:01 am

    After ICE takes care of the shit-for-brains in Utah can you send them to Wisconsin? Every fucking morning I am like GO PEOPLE IT”S YOUR FUCKING TURN!

  • REK981

    2018/02/02 at 8:04 am

    Next we are going to get you set up with grocery delivery. Imagine all that cereal delivered to the house to save you a trip. :0
    I have one of those containers in my trunk and it is the best thing ever!!! One section even has a coller bag to hold the cold stuff in the warm months. I use another section as storage for holds the car blankets when they aren’t in use. So convenient! Anyone who thinks teenage boys eat a lot has clearly never had 6 teenage ladies over for a sleepover…We survivied a 3 day event but spent HUNDREDS of dollars feeding them.

  • JRSF

    2018/02/02 at 8:55 am

    One of my favorite clients (hi, Barbara!) used to tell me that she hated rolling up to a 4 way stop against someone in a minivan Why? “Because they always look at you like you’re trying to murder their children.” Loved it.

  • Jamie

    2018/02/02 at 9:05 am

    Two things that makes me so happy are perfectly executed 4-way stops and traffic circles.

  • Grant

    2018/02/02 at 9:44 am

    I stopped driving my kids to before care at school this year and now avoid going through (4) 4-way stops. I’m not saying it was the only reason I stopped using that but… They were all located in one of the more upscale neighborhoods and I drove through at a time that coincided with high school start, so a lot of teenagers, land rovers, Audis and Escalades. I’ve committed 100% less murder this year and reversed 3 signs of premature aging while getting to work almost 30-45 minutes later! (I sole parent for most of the week, and trying the before care was supposed to help give me more time for work but… all. the. driving. Nope)

  • Carla DeLauder

    2018/02/02 at 11:06 am

    I wish I could insert one of those non-rolling grocery holders inside my brain. Keep thoughts where they belong, separate compartments so they don’t mingle too much. Safety belts and dividers for the weird stuff so they stay put and never see the light of day!

  • Miss lee

    2018/02/02 at 11:31 am

    It’s just me and the husband so I only grocery every two weeks. Shopping every two weeks fills up my SmartCar hatch snugly so no rolling around occurs. ;o) It helps that I’m also buying food for 3 (THREE) dogs.

  • CarlfromCarlePlace

    2018/02/02 at 12:33 pm

    You had me at “church doors”…

  • Casey Strack

    2018/02/02 at 12:47 pm

    When ICE finishes with the four-way stop people, please move to the garbage humans that drive the wrong way in angle parking lots.

  • Stardust

    2018/02/02 at 1:19 pm

    interesting. also Susan seems really annoying.

  • Heidi

    2018/02/02 at 2:01 pm

    The container to hold the containers annoys me in principle, but I love mine too. It even annoys me that I love that damn thing… HOWEVER, can we just all pause for the last sentence of the first paragraph? Cactus, asshole, rusty needle – what a mental picture that gave me! Thank you, and amen. Hope you’re feeling better!

  • sufferingforfashion

    2018/02/02 at 2:31 pm

    And then to Washington because I swear to Jesus everyone here skipped driver’s ed the day where you learn how to merge. YOU DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING STOP DEAD ON THE FREEWAY.

  • Kiwifruit

    2018/02/03 at 7:12 am

    As a human with severe anxiety and major depression… fuck every single person that judges you on how you take care of it/yourself. If drinking gasoline had good chance of completely curing my anxiety, WHAT IS UP GASOLINE MILK SHAKE. With fake milk, I am not a goddamn monster.

  • theresa piazza

    2018/02/04 at 5:11 pm

    “And in this religion no man would be allowed to hold the priesthood. Only women and rescue dogs.”

    Loved this line especially!!! Sounds like the religion for me.

  • Theresa

    2018/02/04 at 5:12 pm

    “And in this religion no man would be allowed to hold the priesthood. Only women and rescue dogs.”

    Loved this line!!! Sounds like the religion for me.

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