I have not been in the mood to blog, but today I am! So to catch you up, last weekend, Paul and I had a relaxing day at home, (first in a while), and dyed Easter eggs! I love it! The week was busy with the usual: work, cleaning, packing, etc. Wednesday, Stefan and I hung out around Denton, and by that I mean, we got ice-cream. What else is there to do? Wednesday night Paul and I went to Dallas and hung out with Amy, who by the way will be our new neighbor in a couple of months! We love you Amy! Its my own sick way of getting closer to having her as a roommate again. Yes, Daimy is back! The next day, Amy and I went to WhichWich for lunch. MMM yummy sandwiches and cookies. So after Amy and I payed, the cashier rings this bell and yells, "Hot wiches!!!" to which all the workers reply with the same cry, but louder. I figured they say this every once in a while to spice things up, because after all their sandwiches are all indeed hot. So, Amy takes our drinks up for refills... after a few moments I hear the bell ring and, "Hot wiches!!!". My back was turned, and I slowly turn around to see Amy annoyed and shaking her head. Oh Amy, you are indeed a hot wich. We decided to make our own sandwiches and cookies next time! Last night I did actually make chocolate chip cookies, and I would have taken a pretty picture but the new Pam I got was useless and the poor cookies are still stuck to the foil. No worries, they are still living out their cookie potential. fully. So this past weekend was busy with work, and doing laundry. The real low point I would have to say was when a customer asks how I have been feeling lately... to which I reply that I was feeling well... and then she asks if I knew yet whether I was having a boy or a girl. Wow. Thankfully the new apartment has a gym.
I threw a whole cake round on the floor last night, with friends over. Yes there was cake in it. Single layer
ReplyDeleteThose eggs look fun. You should have slugged that customer.
ReplyDeleteUnbelievable. I miss you!
ReplyDeleteA particularly virulent strain of the rhinopregnancy virus is going around...
ReplyDeleteI had a similar experience in public about two years ago. Sean had been desperately wanting to try one of the ONLY places in Seattle that sells Southern food.
The owner accused me of being pregnant and practically demanded to know when I was due. When I told him I wasn't pregnant, he assumed I misunderstood the question and rephrased.
Meanwhile, Sean is behind me gesturing wildly to the man to stop the questioning and trying to warn him that he was in grave danger if he chooses to continue. I should have asked him when HE was planning to push out whatever was growing in that enormous beer gut. Seriously, when was the last time he had even seen his belt buckle?
Anyhoo, I got rid of the particular blouse I was wearing, and we have NEVER returned. Poor Sean, he actually kind of like the food.