It has been a fun day.
It started out with me showing up to speak at a women’s event with my notes written on the flap of cardboard that I had torn off a box of saline solution. I never know when inspiration is going to hit, and this morning it hit while I was putting my contacts on, so I had to grab the first thing I could find, because if I don’t write my thoughts down immediately, they’re gone forever. Oh, and I showed up wearing the exact same pink/brown combination that half the audience was wearing. At least we all had good taste.
From the event I met the menfolk and we went to Costco. Menfolk + Costco = Mama’s gotta’ go back to work to afford it. We managed to make it through the store without too much damage, though I think we may have annoyed some people in the snack area.
I did not tell them to make faces. This is just how they roll. Do you feel my pain?
After managing to exit Costco with a mere 5 lbs. of hot dogs among other things, Craig and I took the kids back home and deposited them in the loving care of their babysitter who has wiped their noses since they were a year old, and we went out for date night.
But before we made it out of the driveway, I was already flipping out.
We had needle issues.
Before you go calling my mom or checking out methadone clinics, it’s not about that. It’s the gas gauge needle. While I obviously have no issues with tire gauges, the gas gauge is a whole ‘nother story. I am constantly on gas patrol, and while Craig assured me that 100 years of German engineering would not allow us to run out of gas on our way to Chapel Hill, I made him pull over anyway and fill up, because it was 40 degrees and raining, and I wasn’t going to walk.
Blood pressure normalized, we resumed our trip towards our first grocery store. We lead such the glamorous life, dontcha’ know? No matter where we go on our date night, we always end up at the grocery store.
Craig has a pathological obsession with the grocery store. He has been known to bring home potted meat products just because there was a ten for $10 sale at Kroger. Again, the pain. Let me tell you, kippered herring just will not substitute for tuna in the ole casserole…
But I digress.
Here was our first stop.
That picture’s a little cock-eyed, but I was a stranger in a foreign land and I didn’t want to get hauled in for questioning. Plus Carolina lost today in the ACC Tournament and everyone was a little edgy. After Trader Joes (where we had bad aisle karma with a family with screaming toddlers), we went to our next stop (and notice the fuel gauge).
It was at Southern Season (best store ever) that I discovered that farmers in Italy have a high opinion of me.
And OF COURSE we bought the cheese, but only one cube, because apparently I’m easy to come by, but I don’t come cheap.
We finally made it to dinner where I let Craig order the sushi because he’s always out eating at fun places and trying new things while I’m getting the same California roll from the guy at the grocery store. This is what Craig ordered for us:
And I very politely asked “Is that bacon on the sushi?”
We called it Sea Bacon.
Otherwise I would have had to take a Xanax.
It was yummy.