This morning, I called my husband, who is out of town for work, and told him excitedly about how well the new laundry basket I bought was functioning. Furthermore, I then shared with him my plan for the day: a trip to Harris Teeter. When I got off the phone, I thought to myself, without a trace of sarcasm, "Hey... I think I'm going to mix it up a little and take the boys to a new Harris Teeter!"
It was at this point that I realized I had reached an all-time low, the nadir on the Curve of Pathetic, if you will.
...And I'm fairly certain that using the word nadir cinches my place in history as The Dullest Woman Ever.