I slept in this morning until 10 am. I haven't done that in decades. It's due to an ear infection. You know your day is going to be challenging when you start it this way. The next clue was waiting for our Keurig to brew my cup of coffee. It took 3 tries as the hole punctured wasn't large enough. The first cup looked like weak tea. Re-peat. Somewhat darker. At this point I said to Jeff, I would really like my coffee darker than my hair, is this too much to ask for? I
think not. Just as I was beginning to identify with Goldilocks, voila! A perfect French roast began to appear in my cup. Houston, we have take off and not a moment too soon.
It took 2 cups of coffee before I could pull myself together.
Moving hangers from one side to the other in my closet I finally located what I was going to wear. And what does one choose when Wal-Mart and Burger King are on your dujour list? Yoga pants and flip-flops, duh! One simply cannot overdress for this adventure. I know this to be true as I've seen facebook postings. Apparently less is more.
Jeff and I tooled over to Burger King for lunch. Being adventurous we went for grilled hotdogs. I opted for chili-cheese while Jeff went whole hog on the Whopper dog. Throwing all caution and calorie counting to the wind we then branched out with fries and onion rings. Jeff going for broke ordered a vanilla shake while I selected cherry-vanilla coke. The dogs were all beef and not bad. They weren't Der Wienerschnitzle hotdogs but how could they be?
Next stop our local fav bookstore Mountain Bookshop. We love browsing about in this shop and have for decades, long before we knew each other. Amanda used to love to play with the train set in the back of the shop (which is still there).
I stumbled upon Dallas 1963 which I've been looking for and waiting for to decrease in price. Another fav author Sandra Cisneros has a new book out entitle A House of My Own. Grabbed that.
And since I'm becoming hopelessly addicted to Zentangle Art I picked up a book that has pop art. It's called Outside the Lines, Too. An Inspired and Inventive Coloring Book by Creative Masterminds.
Looks like some fun hours ahead. Then it was on to Wal Mart as I had to pick up eardrops. This is where the mis-adventure begins. We scoped out a countertop ice maker. Come to Mama! I am the original ice queen. It began when I was pregnant with David. I've loved ice cubes ever since... 3 decades later, I'm okay with that. How cool, an mini-ice maker!!! We never have to pick up bagged ice ever again!
The fun began when we selected a short line. Why? Everyone in Western civilization know the short line is never, ever short. It may appear to be. It's an illusion. There were two women in front of us. They were together. A mother, who I'd say was in her 80's with her daughter somewhere in her 60's. They had an adorable Scottish terrier with them.
They only had a few items. Warning Will Robinson! I didn't pick up on that. The few items were loaves of bread. I mean how long can that take to check out? It was going fine until it was time to pay for these items. The coupons began to come out. The bar code was not being scanned or refused to scan. The reason the bar code didn't match the coupon offer. The offer was for multi-grain bread. The bread on the check out was not multi-grain. This led into a long discussion by the buyer of the non multi-grain bread that lay before untouched and waiting to be bagged. The younger of the two women said, I don't like multi-grain. I'd never buy multi-grain. Jeff whispered, Apparently since this bread is not multi-grained bread Somehow this was not being understood by the buyer or the checker. The checker explained that the coupon was for multi-grain and not non multi-grained. I whispered back to Jeff, Don't they realize it doesn't matter how many times this is mentioned or attempted to be read, the bar code and the non multi-bread wouldn't change it's price? At this point the Scottish terrier having had this moment several times while shopping with these two let out a sigh and lay down on the linoleum.
At length. the older woman decided against having the checker run the bar code for the umpteenth time. There were several more coupons to go. Finally, when the transaction was completed and it looked the skies would open and sunshine would appear the older woman asked if they could have rolled quarters?
Jeff at this time who had been really good (it was just a matter of time until he couldn't be) whispered, It's a good thing the ice machine doesn't have ice in it, we'd have 25 lbs. of water by now. I replied, Are you kidding? I wish it did have ice in it, pointing ahead to the Kessler staring at us from the wall, I'd have put some in a glass and poured Kessler over it, and I don't even like Kessler!
We made our purchase and meandered out the front doors. Jeff, who had driven was heading in the direction of the jeep. Except he wasn't. Jeff, where's the jeep? By the tree in aisle C like Carie. Jeff we're in C and it's not by any tree in this aisle. Looking across the lot I saw it parked by a tree. Jeff, it's in aisle B like Betcha thought you'd find your jeep here!
Lol, what is it about this Wal Mart parking lot that I can never find my vehicle?
Home, sweet home. The ice machine is set up and making ice. Jeff cheffed up pot stickers with homemade chili sauce, rice and baby corn.
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