Ordered my groceries online.

Mom wanted one of those cheap oven pizzas, one that's a little better than awful. So I showed her pictures of all the pizza choices & she picked one, one that cost more than the ordinary awful.

When I picked up the groceries, mom's pizza was barely an individual slice of pizza. She said it was worse than a wet sock.

We both agreed, "How can they get away with selling something that doesn't even pass as food?!"

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#random #RedBaron #Pizza

Needless to say we're sick of wasting money on awful food.

On the flip side I took mom out for burgers on St. Pat's day. My debit card wasn't charged even though I've a receipt.

Today, I called, offered receipt, transaction number, etc., so they could verify payment. After two messages, a gal called & said owner said don't worry about it, if I have a receipt they got the money. I still wanted to speak with him. Nope. She emphasized they got the $$.

What now? I don't feel right.

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Today left me wanting to never leave the house again.

It seems as though all the little messy stuff gets blown up into big messy stuff that I feel really bad about and then it all weighs on my mind for the rest of the night.

Does anyone else have huge pangs of feeling absolutely and completely awful about events like these? Honestly, I am deflated.

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@forestfern

If it was me, I wouldn't worry about the burgers, as long as the owner said it's ok. But I would be bothered by the pizza, especially if I got it for my mom. Stuff about companies gets to me often.

I also whip myself into a mess about other things, frequently. Usually it's wishing I hadn't said something or behaved in a certain way (even though most likely I'm the only one that noticed).

Worry not, Forest Fern! Tomorrow's another day. :)

@TheZorse

So I'm not alone. You, too? I whipped myself up today to the point of becoming nonfunctional. Ugh. Somedays I can't stand myself.

I can relate to you with the saying something foolish and dwelling on it long afterwards. I beat myself up all the time often swearing to myself that I'll never talk again. Extreme, yes, and yet I'm still talking.

Tomorrow's a new day. Good words. Thank you.

@forestfern

You're welcome, and I'm glad you're still talking!