this afternoon randall and i finally succumbed to the fact that our house is downright chilly. it was 2:30 in the afternoon and i was sitting in the living room with the blankets on. that's when we realized it was time to turn the heater on. the problem with our heater is that the first time you turn it on each season, the house is filled with the horrible smell of burning dust. so we cranked the heat and decided to run some errands.
that was a huge mistake. i needed to go to target, and it was a frigging zoo. we were there for an hour and a half and i didn't even look at the shoes or the clothes. it was just a drain. afterwards we stopped by the new whole foods in noe valley in order to pick up some stuff for dinner. randall had promised to make his infamous chicken tortilla soup, but we needed some tortillas. whole foods was a freaking mess. the line literally went all the way down the aisle. we got our goods but the place was bananas. my pal alan told me that sundays between 4:30 and 7:30 are always that way.
moral of the story: don't be domestic. especially not on sundays.