Fro Yo

Since coming out west the hubs and I have been eating much healthier foods. It's true. You know, more fruits and veggies and ... and you know, foods that are healthy. It's fairly easy to access these yummy foods too, we just go to the farmer's market and stock up for the week. yum. We are so entirely consumed with consuming healthier foods that we have stopped eating ice cream ... we have turned to frozen yogurt. It is amazing! And sooo much better for you! There are five frozen yogurt shops in one little town. It is positively delightful!

One of the first nights we were here we decided to try a little shop across from the hubs' work place. Walking in all I could do was stand and smile. There were machines that you get to pick your own fro yo from. They had all different kinds of flavors: taro, green tea tart, raspberry sorbet, kiwi tart, country vanilla, butter and cream, French chocolate, pink lemonade, blueberry tart, peanut butter, raspberry... and the list goes on. And it is wonderful and glorious. Then you turn and look to the side and you see oodles and boodles of toppings: captain crunch, fruity pebbles, coco flakes, granola, sprinkles, frosted animal cookies, yogurt covered mini pretzels, gummi bears, sour gummi worms, nerds, m&ms, mini peanut butter cups, twix, snickers, and pretty much anything else you can imagine. Then, you take another step and you are in la la land all over again... they have More toppings! Cheesecake bits, cookie dough bits, brownies, jellies, some weird things I've never seen before and can't imagine putting on my treat of frozen yogurt, strawberries, kiwi, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, mango, lynchee, banana, and so much more!

It's amazing! How incredible! How wonderfully delightful! And of course, since we've never tried anything before we have to try all of the flavors of yogurt. After an hour of sampling this one and that one... I pick one, it really is amazing it didn't take me longer than that, considering the amount of choices I had. But I managed. country vanilla. Then I dump a mountain of granola and fruits on it. How happy. It's pretty wonderful, really.

Every time we go I pretty much get the same thing... after sampling all of the other flavors I end up getting the one I always get, with the same toppings... it's just sooooo yummy I can't help it! There was one exception. It was my birthday, and they must have known it because they had peanut butter flavored yogurt that night (which is obviously the best thing in the world). So I got some peanut butter and loaded it with candy of every kind. The way I see it, it's frozen yogurt not ice cream. Much better for you, and toppings don't count cause they're just toppings...

ah. yes. my favorite. frozen yogurt. It has become one of my happy places. I also found a dime there once. Which is pretty wonderful. And also, we have a punch card and after we get so many yogurts, we get one for free! Pretty much wonderful! I hope next time we go, which could very well be this evening, they have peanut butter and I could drench it with bananas. ooo. I wonder if the hubs would be up for it...

Cause you know, it's not always my idea to get frozen yogurt. Hubs thinks it is pretty much one of the best things on the face of this earth too. It's true. In fact, we were out driving when his mummy and daddy came to visit. We were some where semi near to Yosemite National Park, except we weren't really that close, just you know, kind of close.

Anyhow, we were riding along and everyone was throwing out ideas of what they wanted for dinner, it was getting later and later and there were no eating places any where. So we kept driving. Around 8:00 o'clock some one said a salad would be good, some said sandwichs would be yummy, or a burger, and there were other ideas too, like mine. I said, "Frozen yogurt would really hit the spot. That just sounds so perfect for tonight!"

8:20 - Hubs suddenly perks up, "Great thinking, Cupcake! That would be really good! With the fruit and the cheese cake bits. Um!!"

"Frozen yogurt?" says Mum and Aunt.

"Ya! It's pretty much one of the best things on the face of this earth," Hubs responds with a big fat smile on his face and proceeds to tell them about all of the flavors, all of the toppings, and just about how it's plain old wonderful.

8:55 - Hubs says, "I want some yogurt!"

9:30 - Hubs thinks out loud, "Yogurt sounds so good! It would just be perfect right now! Not too heavy, not too light. Perfect!"

9:40 - "I want some yogurt!"

9:59 -"I hope we can find some yogurt!"

10:19 - We drive through a little town, we pass a Wendys - they have good frostys. "No. It's not yogurt," says the hubs. We pass a McDonalds with yummy McFlurries, "Not, the same. Nope," he declares. We pass a Cold Stone, I'd be happy with a cold stone. Not the hubs. "Nope," he says, "It's frozen yogurt or nothing! We need to find some." The hubs is determined. We drive out of town. No frozen yogurt in hand.

10:30 - Driving past corn fields and orange trees, tomatoes, and one lone fire works stand that says, "Help Youth Group" something or rother. "Yogurt..." Hubs mubbles.

10:45 - "You know what would be Awesome?! If we found some yogurt!!" Hubs is stoked at his idea.

10:50 - "You know what would hit the spot right now?" asks the hubs.

"BBQ chips?!" I chirp up (knowing full well that is not the correct answer).

"No!"

"Cookies?"

"Nope."

"O! I know! ... Tacos!!"

"Noooo!!" hubs shakes his head.

"Let me guess... frozen yogurt?"

"YES!!!!" He is so cute when he gets excited.

10:59 - We see a town. "Maybe they'll have frozen yogurt! Wouldn't that be awesome?!" Hubs says.

"I'm pretty sure it would make your night," secretly I hope there is some frozen yogurt shop in this town. Hubs would be crushed if there was none.

11:03 - "O! I see... no. Never mind," hubs is glued to the window, sure not to miss his chance.

11:07 -"There! No." ...Sweet Hubs.

"Well, I don't know about you all," says his Pop, "but I'm stopping. I see an A&W up here and I'm gonna get some." Uncle agrees with Pop. Pop pulls into the parking lot.

"Yogolicious, What?!" Mum suddenly exclaims.

"Where?!" says the now dancing hubs.

"There!! Right there!" Mum says pointing her finger viciously at the window.

And there it is. Lit up in joy and happiness. Yogolicious. The yogurt shop.

11:08 - Hubs is running towards the shop. I love it when he's excited. He's just so cute!

11:09 - "Here!" hubs is shoving sample cups at Mum, Aunt, and me. "Try some!" He is so excited. We all sample the new and different flavors.

"This is so fun!" Aunt likes it.

"Wow! Look at all the choices!" Mum likes it. Both Aunt and Mum are grinning with eyes aglow from all of the sweet treats.

I like it.

11:22 - We are all (well, Mum, Aunt, Hubs, and me - Pop and Uncle opted for the other) sitting on a curb, enjoying the yummy frozen yogurt.

11:29 -"That hit the spot," Hubs says licking up the last of his yogurt, he is satisfied.

Needless to say, we are equally excited about frozen yogurt. I like to think back to that night, it makes me happy. And I like to get fro yo... lunch?

finish it

I have to hide it. I have to finish it. I have to get rid of it. The hubs needs to take it to work with him. It must go.

It's all I've been doing. ...see, I told you I had a problem. This dang book has gotten the best of me once again. No dishes have been washed, and no home work has been touched (though it is still morning and I never do my homework till the afternoon). O. good. gracious. I just have to finish reading it. Now. That way I'll be done. For good. Cause after I finish this book I have no more to read. Ah! What am I going to do then?!

...homework...

Did you hear that? Huh. Didn't think so. Anyhow. It's the truth. Really, Why do I have this problem? It's just a book! But when I finish it I'm going to be soooo entirely board that I am actually going to fill my entire days with homework. I better just finish the book and get it over with. Get on with this school bug that keeps popping up out of the... not so blue.

O boy. So anyhow. That would be my dilemma. So many troubles and trials fill my days.

I'm not like my sisters who always have something cool happening at their house. I mean, pretty much every time I talk to them either some cute little person is sneaking a box of cookies from the pantry, or there will be the sound of happy children playing in the background- never arguing about who's turn it is to play with the spoon or ball or some other amazing object. Sometimes they (my sisters) even have to rush off to some important business such as picking up a cute little baby! Occasionally I hear a little one through the phone: singing, talking, explaining the rules of something important sounding, asking for treats... you know, fun stuff.

I never have that happen to me. Nope. Not once have I had to rush off to pull apart two little people fighting over a hairbrush ... oh wait, yes I have... back in my nanny days... but not now. Not any more. Nope. They are so exciting, my sisters are. And here I sit.

I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. I'm merely comparing. Their exciting filled lives with my white wall life. yes. It's true.

mirror mirror on the wall...

There is a mirror in our bathroom here. It's pretty big. It covers the entire wall above the sink area. And there's another mirror on one of the side walls, a little medicine cabinet. Lots of mirrors. The big mirror on the wall has a line down the middle of if. It's true. At first I thought the mirror was cracked and broken... but it's not. One afternoon while I was brushing my teeth I was standing in front of this mirror. I took a step to the side, just a tiny little step and instantly I was five hundred pounds fatter. For a moment I was a little concerned. How on earth could brushing my teeth make be gain ten hundred pounds. And how could it happen so quickly? Also, you would think that by my stepping and walking around I would not gain weight, but loose it. I like to tell myself, every little step counts. So I take lots of little steps. All day long. In hopes of not gaining even two pounds.

Anyhow. Suddenly, there I was, mouth full of white toothpaste that was spreading to cover my lips. As I stood in front of the mirror, memorized by the fact that I had instantaneously gained hundreds of pounds of fat. The toothpaste slowly trickles from my mouth to my chin. Gross. I take a step towards the sink, spit, rinse, wash my face. You know. When I look up I am my smaller self. No longer am I ten hundred pounds. huh.

I take a step to the left, and it happens again. I shift my weight to the right. I'm skinny. I go to the left, I'm chubby. This pattern continues on for longer than I would care to admit. I like going from instantaneously small to big and chunky. kehehe. This is so much fun!

And apparently a sign I have been home alone for entirely too long.

And that I am majority procrastinating.

When the hubs comes home and is brushing his teeth after dinner I hop into the loo and say, "Look Hubs! I'm chubby!"

Hubs looks at me like I'm lost my mind, but with kindness in his eyes. He's always so kind. And sweet. Even when I've quite clearly lost it. Which I must admit is more often than not. "You look the same to me," he muffles with a mouthful of toothpaste.

"No. No. Look! Here! I'm fat!" I move an inch to the side, "And now I'm not! Ha!! Isn't is great?!" I'm beaming up at the hubs.

"Huh. Sure," he sweetly reassures me.

"No! Look! Here!" I pull him over an inch, point into the mirror and say, "Look! Now I'm tiny! And... Now I'm not! I'm so chubby! Look at that. I've gained five hundred pounds!" I am far too easily amused.

"Ah! I see. How about that," he smiles at me. "It doesn't work for me though," he says as he shifts his weight from side to side.

"You've got to stand sideways. See," I say with the voice on an expert mirror shape changer. And I give myself a nice big round tummy to show him how to do it correctly.

"Huh. Well. Neat. Good trick." Hubs walks out to the living room. I follow and shuffle out to the kitchen and start on my not so nightly routine of washing the dishes...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, make me chubby, make me tall. ...But only when I look at you.

Addicted

I have a problem. A big one. A HUGE big fat problem. Nothing I do helps. Nothing I do is good enough to get me over this problem.

I can't stop reading. When I start reading a book, I have to read it all. Right now. Right then. Even though there are thousands and hundreds of more pressing and urgent and important things to do, I can't stop reading. A good book that is. If it is some boring book, I'm more than happy to do anything but read. But, normally that is not the case. No. In fact, that rarely ever happens any more.

I can't help it. If I have a happy little (or big) book within my reach (which pretty much means any where in my house) I can't do anything except read. I won't fix dinner, I won't wash dishes. I won't do laundry, I won't pay the bills. I won't make the bed, I won't get out of bed! I won't read anything except that one book. And o. It's a trouble. There are soooo many other things I need to do with my time (precious time) like: apply to jobs and homework ... and if I have some time in between those two things- house work (things a little wifey is supposed to do).

I don't mind doing those things in the first place. I mean, yes, homework is a complete drag. But it does give me a sense of accomplishment and achievement (occasionally), it lets me know I am doing something worth while (I hope!). Job applications can be entirely monotonous and dreadful, but they need to be done. House work can be quite enjoyable. I like to make things tidy and clean. So this is often the one I chose before the others... though I have to admit, this summer, I'm a slackin' big time. Thankfully, we have no friends or family here so we are able to live in a pit of filth. It quite the change from life back home.

The only thing I have figured out that helps me with this problem is just not having happy little books around the house at all. It's true. So I go a few months with no pleasure reading, then I have to read something. So I do. And I become addicted once again. O. My. but hey, say la vee. At least I'm reading, right? Right. Reading is good for you. At least that what all of my teacher's always said. I might say they are wrong... but I can't, because I whole-heartily agree with them and plan on saying the exact same thing one day.

I try to have a reading plan. You know, a schedule. I don't allow myself to read when I'm at home alone unless I am eating lunch. When dinner is over, the dishes are washed, and Hubs is home, I allow myself to read then. But the day time is strictly for homework and applications (please don't tell the hubs it is the day time and I am doing neither of those at the moment!). On second thought, I've already attended to the first and most important one, so I'm just taking a wee break. yes. that's it. I'm taking a wee break. ... I had to start writing for fear of getting carried away with the time. When my nose is stuck in a book that tends to happen. Losing track of time that is. ...And unless it's a textbook of some sort, if I am on the computer it at least looks like I am (possibly) doing one of the two most important things on my list. But I'm done for now.

This week I'm switching slow days. Yesterday was crazy! I had soooo much crap to do. It was no miserable. So today I'm only doing a little crap and a lot of ... other stuff. Please don't ask me what I did today. But hey, at least I've managed to get out of bed and make it before noon... and my nose has only been in a book for less than an hour. Sometimes... I don't really like the rules I make for myself. But you know. They are there for a reason. Right? Right.

Right. So, now it's out. I'm owning up to my addiction. My problem. A big fat one. O. Dear.

Also. Hubs and I made two more people leave the hot tub last night. It's true. I think they felt really awkward making out when there were other people fairly close to them. Because not only could we really see what they were doing, we could also hear what they were saying. No thank you! So they went to the pool and put on an even more horrendous display of being entirely too close to each other and making out even more... dis-cus-ting. ...That, or we smell really bad. One or the other. I like to think that even though I haven't really showered in a few weeks, the pool and hot tub do a fine job of keeping me smelling sweet and fresh. You know, like summer. eh. what's it matter? They took their gross making out session to the cold pool water. ha.

...life is like...

I have recently discovered that my life is a lot like my shopping. I pick things up, look at them, then I put them back. I pick something else up and examine it more closely than the first item. Normally I end up putting it all back on the shelf. But, you probably know that by now... and I don't like listening to the same story over and over and over. So I will spare you.

Just the other day the hubs pointed out the similarity between these two things. My life and my shopping style. He also examined his. His shopping experience is also a lot like his life. He goes into the store knowing what he wants to get, and he gets it. He doesn't pick things up and stand helplessly on the cereal isle for two hours (... at least I'm not standing there for three hours...) fighting in his brain about which box of cereal to get. No. Not him. He just looks at all the happy boxes colorful boxes, picks one up and moves on the the next isle. Amazing! I wish I could do that. But I can't. So I don't. Anyway... as I was saying, his life has proven to be much of the same style. He knew where he wanted to go to school, what he wanted to study, and what he wanted to be when he grew up. And he did it all... and stuck with it.

I of course... did not. I tried a several different schools, a hundred different majors, and I am only just now thinking I might possibly hopefully know what I really want to be when I grow up. o. my. If only I knew what kind of cereal I wanted.

There's my little analogy. I like how the hubs said it, "Peach, Your life is just like your shopping!" And I knew exactly what he meant.

Also. Hubs has started calling me 'Peach.' ...I wonder if it's because they (peaches) are the only thing I will buy at the farmers market and also the only thing I will eat. Really, peaches are the only thing I have been eating these days. They are just so peachy and wonderful! Plus, 'Peach' is more endearing and sweet than 'Pluot' is. 'Pluot' just sounds... odd, to call a person that is, not a fruit. Unless the person is being a complete fruity pants in which case you might want to call them, "pluot" and a combination of other fruits.

Anyhow. I am a grocery store called Peach. Welcome, for the reals this time, to my life.

choking ... a lot

The other night it was a bit nippy out, so the hubs and I thought it'd be fun to go for a little splash in the pool ... and then run and hop into the hot tub immediately after. So we did. I don't really like people all that much (especially at a swimming pool... I don't like to put up with their shenanigans) so I try to avoid them at all costs. The hubs had walked past the pool minutes before we cooked up this plan. He said, "There's only a few people there. Maybe 3 or 4."

"Ok," says I. We grab the towels and head over. ....Only to find 57 people at the pool instead of a measly four. Good. Gracious. There was a party going on with loud reggae music blaring and everything.

But you can't very well go to the pool, dressed in a swim suit, armed with towels, and not swim. No. You just can't do that. So no matter how much you hate people, you have to stay and do something. "Well, we could put our feet in and see how it feels at least," says the hubs.

We go plop down on the edge of the pool and dangle our feet in the water. Compared to the air the water feels surprisingly warm. "Wanna get in?" I ask the hubs.

"I will if you will."

"Alright. Let's get in then."

"You first," the hubs grins evilly.

"Promise you'll get in once I'm in?"

"Yup."

I jump in. The water is fine. ...and a smidgen chilly. But only a little. "Feels great!" I smile up to the hubs who is still sitting on the pools' edge.

"Sure..." for some reason he doesn't believe me. I wonder if it's because my lips are partially blue and purple. He keeps sitting and not getting in. What a liar.

"Liar," I tell him. I am very disappointed. After swimming alone for twenty minutes and calling him a liar with his pants on fire about a hundred times, the hubs gives in.

He jumps. And splashes. And comes up shivering. "Freezing! Now look who the liar is!" he triumphs.

I just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

There is a hot tub by the pool. Our original plan had been to get in the hot tub. But when we got to the pool and discovered 70 people there we had to change the plan a little bit. So we did. That didn't stop us from giving the death stare to the people in the hot tub. Nope, not one bit. So we stared. Taking turns of course, to make it look like we aren't. We also plot of how to get them out of the hot tub, cause it's just always a little awkward when you go sit in a crowded hot tub with a bunch of people, especially strangers. While we plot and wait we practice our hott water moves. You know the ones. The movies stars do them all the time. They one where they are swimming and then come up out from the water breathing like it's nothing, eyes open like they aren't on fire from the water that trickled down in them, shaking their heads like they're all cool and stuff. You know what I mean. I know you do.

So I try it. I hold my nose and go under. Gracefully, I lift my head up from out of the water. I shake my head, and smile. The hubs is dying. He can't stop laughing ... at me. "No!" he manages to say between his belly rolls of laughter.

Way to make me feel good. I try again. Same result. After a few more failed attempts and ten years worth of laughter, it's a useless cause. The movies are fake. No one can really look hott when coming up for air from the water. Nope. It's not gonna happen. You either have to hold your nose and even when you don't you come up coughing and sputtering and choking (not hott) or keep your eyes open (which cannot happen because the water gets in them and then you go blind... or lose a contact... so pretty much, either way, you end up blind) or your hair gets in your face and no amount of head shaking is going to get if off. So you have to push it out of your face quickly so you can breathe. At least now I know I will always come out of the water coughing and sputtering and choking for air. And I will always have to have my eyes tightly shut cause I don't want to be permanently blind.

After five hours of waiting for the hot tub to be free of strange people, it is not. So we march on over there, determined that if we do, the people will feel really awkward and leave. Which is exactly what happened. After exactly one minute and 43 seconds of us getting in the hot tub to party with them, they all said, at the exact same time, "Huh, wonder how the pool feels?" Got out and jumped in the pool. Where they stayed. Until we got out of the hot tub, picked up our towels and walked to the gate, at which point they promptly jumped back into the hot pool of water. Our evil plan worked. So, if you ever don't want to be in a small space with strange people, I might suggest giving it a shot. ...you never know... or, I guess, you might actually like people, in which case, you would probably not rejoice when the people left you alone in the pool. huh.

just a thought...

booty shorts and dresses

If there was one word that I had to use to describe me, it would be indecisive. It's true. I can never pick anything. Even when I do pick something it takes me forever! At a restaurant I will study the menu for an hour before I decide what I want to eat. Then after I order, I realize I wanted the other thing I was thinking about getting. The hubs says, "Don't live a life of regret." I feel bad for the hubs. He has to sit there and wait and wait and wait for me to decide what I am going to pick. So I try to hurry up and pick it quickly. But then I feel pressure and of course if I feel pressured to do anything I tense up and it takes me even longer to decide. It's really quite a dilemma , especially when taking a timed quiz. O. My. yes. it is not good to be indecisive when taking a timed quiz.

Because of that very reason I am very proud of what I was able to do the other day: decide. And stick with it. Before dinner on Saturday night, we had to wait for 45 minutes before we could sit down. We waited, pretty much because we didn't know where any other restaurants were in town and we both really wanted some cheesecake. Thankfully, the restaurant was in (near) a Macy's. So the hubs and I rode the escalators down, down, down, and walked around all of Macy's while we waited. Actually, I walked all over, he sat in a comfy little leather arm chair and made some phone calls. On one floor there were dresses. I had never seen so many dresses in one store in my life. Naturally, since I am a such a pessimistic person, I see the pretty dresses (at Macy's) and think, "Sure they're pretty... but they're also all over priced..." on and on it continues in a generally negative demeanor. But then, I saw it. The sign. "Sale" and it had a list of what was on sale and how much and such. Well, since the dresses were on sale, and I had 45 minutes to kill, I looked around. Touching that dress, admiring this dress, sometimes thinking, "that's a dress? That doesn't cover anything!" and on and on like that.

The hubs said I could get something if I wanted to, and of course I saw lots of pretty dresses. but I didn't get one. Because I'm just indecisive and 45 minutes is hardly enough time to pick up a dress, examine it closely, try it on, walk around with it on your arm for an hour, and then decide you don't need it and put it back on the rack where you found it. I mean, you need at least an hour and a half to decide you don't need (or the rare occasion you do need) a certain item ...shirt, skirt, pants, dress... and return it to its shelf or rack (or if you do get it... return to the rack or shelf 20 minutes later to pick it back up). I only had a messily 45 minutes to do something that normally takes at least 90 minutes. Not enough time. So... I walked around, admiring, touching, wishing, I could have a pretty dress like one of these.

This is also a rare situation because never have I ever seen so many dresses in one place. Never have I ever see so many pretty dresses that I would actually consider wearing. A lot of the dresses in the shop were longer than what I normally see, as in they were actually longer and would cover the butt-tox. Most dresses I see now a days don't even cover that much. It's really quite a shame. Even shorts for that matter don't cover the whole bum. You would think a girl would want to get her money's worth. Did you know most of the booty shorts (the shorts that don't cover the booty, with the pockets that you can see because they are longer than the actual shorts being worn (Good. Gravy) cost about $58. If you are going to spend $90 on a a tiny little piece of fabric, why not either a. spend it on something with more fabric that actually covers up the booty or 2. get some bigger underpants so that at least the bum bum will be covered up one way or another. I mean really. booty shorts? They don't even look like shorts but more like ... underpants really. shheesh. when will they learn?

I'm not the only one who thinks this way either. I know there are lots and lots of people who would agree with me. In fact, as I was waiting for the hubs the other night, I was standing against a wall and three young girls (because I am after all, sooooo old!!!) walked past. They were all wearing tight little booty dresses that only covered half of their tiny little booties. I can only imagine that when they sat down the dresses hardly covered anything at all. Three boys were walking right behind them... o. my. There was a lady standing next to me. I watched her watch these girls and look over their tiny little tight black booty dresses. She turned to me, smiled a weary smile, rolled her eyes, and shook her a little.

booty shorts. booty dresses. It's one thing when a tiny little hiny is bursting from these booty clothes. But, they make these booty clothes in all sizes... and when you see someone that thinks they can pull it off and look like the tiny hiny... well, it's just down right sad. No one should be wearing those things, but then some girls get it in their tiny little bubble heads... and that's the end of that.

O. Yes. the dresses.The shop had a surprising amount of "long" ones. At least to the knee. Not too shabby. But like I said, I only looked. Because it is far too much trouble to actually pick one out and get it. I mean, it's just a frustrating process really. You find something you really like, a lot. You pick it up, walk around with it for three hours, and then by the end of that time, you think, "I won't get it..." and put it away. This is sad because you had already spent a whole two hours standing, holding this thing in your hand thinking, "Should I get it? Yes. I need it. I would use it. I haven't gotten anything in a long time. Ya, I can afford it. I'll get it. Definitely." Then you take two steps and think, "Well, I guess I don't really need it. Even though I do like it. And I would use it. But that's ok. I've lived without it, I can keep on living without it." So you take two steps to put it back, but then you think again.... and pretty much this continues as such for the remaining two hours and by the end of it you are just so pooped and irritated with yourself that you can't make up your mind and that you've just wasted two whole hours of your life, that you just put it away and storm out of the shop. whew. Exhausting. really.

So we ate dinner. Went home. The next morning we went back that same way for breakfast. After breakfast the hubs told me to go look for a dress. He told me to pick one out to keep. (buy and then keep I should say). So I did. I went down the steps, found one dress, tried it on. And put it back. Thankfully I managed to find a hundred other dresses to take in and try on. So I did. And I found one. ...in 15 minutes. and got it. to keep. o. goodness. That must be a record. I still can't believe I found a dress, liked it, tried it on and had it fit just right, walked out with it happy and knowing this was the one. I showed the hubs my new red dress. He liked it too. Even better.

That's a lie. Not about me not liking it or finding a pretty little red dress... but about it being a record for finding a dress I really truly loved. On one other occasion I had done the same thing. I went to try on wedding dresses, I saw one I thought looked pretty on the hanger. I tried it on first, walked out of the little fitting room, and I was in love. I knew this was the dress I loved and it was the one I was going to get. And I did. ...I did try on other dresses, who wouldn't? You can only try on wedding dresses once in your life, might as well make the most of it, right? So I did. and it was loverly. But I went back to the pretty white dress I had tried on first. It only took me 15 minutes to find that dress, try it on, and fall madly in love with it, why shouldn't I be able to do it again? After years and and years I was finally able to do that with a dress that I could actually get away with wearing more than once. I am so happy I found a not booty dress for a not high price... and I even got a visitors discount on top of it. What a day. What a quarter of an hour.