It was Groundhog Day at Casa de Carpool. Around noon I received a tweet from Heather asking if I was up for visiting my Mexican grocery store again for lunch so that I could properly translate her order so she’d get the shredded chicken taco instead of the cow brains. And since I’m not one to ever forgo the opportunity to eat tortillas, I agreed to meet her there because it wasn’t enough that I ate tortillas yesterday for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast again this morning.
I ate the exact same thing I had Tuesday minus the fiery green sauce and plus some baked goods then wandered the aisles holding Squishy Baby while Heather bought Mexican cokes for her daughter’s upcoming birthday.
Then we went to A.C.Moore to peruse the yarn aisle and talk about projects that we wanted to do and yet lacked the requisite skill to do them. This is pretty much standard for the two of us, though she’s the craftier one and I just pretend to be crafty because I like to hang out with her.
Our A.C. Moore experience was much nicer than when she and I went to Jo-Anne Fabrics last week and talked about sewing even though I don’t own a machine and couldn’t tell you an A-line from an A-bomb. We didn’t stay there very long because we kept getting twitchy looks from those Jo-Anne ladies who immediately pegged us as rank amateurs and made us feel very unworthy to darken their doors because our craft project did not involve words like “selvage” or “serger”.
So we shook off the dust from our sandals and went to get yogurt because everyone knows and understands “extra-large with sprinkles, por favor.”
Have a nice day.