Apple pie with vanilla ice cream dessert, Au Bon Pain cranberry almond macaroons made, cookies ready for tomorrow, last of shopping done, hissy fits completed.
The last one happened when I was jumping out of the car in front of a store with cars behind waiting, as bags and merchandise fell out, caught on my shoes. The fit intensified when my throwing arm missed the door opening and I continued picking up and throwing. Always a bright side - the old fart behind us got a chuckle. Once again, I was jumping out of the car, purse strap wrapped around my shoulder, filled bags (for exchanges/returns) slipped onto my arms, traffic waiting behind. I can't get out. I pulled at the purse strap, yanked the bags, maybe it's my jacket pocket stuck on something. Fit is getting nasty and the cuss words are flowing. I CAN'T GET OUT!!! I'm caught on something but with so much on my lap, I can't tell what. Horns are now blowing. My husband gently hits a red button to release my seat belt and thankfully, my body didn't jerk forward hard enough to tumble out. I still had to fight my way out of the belt since the bag handles were over my arms. But I made it. This time, there was no chuckle from the car behind. He was young. He'll get over it.