In the middle of the day on Friday, I got to jonesin' for a banana split. So, as I was talking to a couple of my friends at the time, we decided to go get ice cream after work. Being the kind of person that loves to cook, I made dinner. I'm also the kind of weird person that has to eat a normal meal before dessert or I get a stomach ache. (Didn't used to be that way...but getting older has weakened my stomach). After dinner we went to Oberweis and my friend Aaron treated us to ice cream.
Aaron: "This is my treat guys. (points at me) You made dinner. (points at Steph) And, you're poor."
LOL. We loved that the first thing he came up with to make the excuse that he should pay for Steph's ice cream was that she was poor. Not because she drove us to Oberweis, or that she had a bad day at work, or that she got stuck in traffic on the way home...nope, it was her financial disability. She may be on a budget, but we all are this year and I'm sure she would have declined to get overly priced (yet tasty) ice cream if she hadn't allowed for some treats.
We had a fantastic evening, with wine, ice cream, and the brilliance of My Sassy Gay Friend.
Saturday Morning:
The puppy decided he wanted to wake me up at 3:30am because his bladder told him it was time to go potty. I really need to keep him from drinking a ton of water after 10pm... But I got up to let him out and then came back to sleep. 7am rolls around and he's up again. This time he's hungry. Understandable...breakfast time is 6:30 for him most days. I made myself french toast and oatmeal and started on the chores...only to fall asleep again until my mom called me at noon to tell me she and dad were going to be home all day if I wanted to come over. (Read: Come over, I want to see you)
I ended up going over to my parents' house for dinner, but I cleaned the house and went to the mall with Steph first. I wanted to get new jeans...damn this ever-widening butt. Somehow I came away with not only 2 new pairs of jeans, but also yet another purple work shirt and a "dress" that's almost too short to wear on its own. I will have to go back to exchange the dress though as I purchased one 1.5 sizes too small. The outer chiffon part of the dress would fit me perfectly, but the attached slip barely fit over my shoulders.
Superbowl Sunday:
I don't watch many sports, and I hardly give a damn about which team wins, yet I hosted my own Superbowl party...without my husband, the sports fanatic. Yesterday morning, I woke up to 2 more inches of snow, once again cursing my husband for not being here to do the brunt of the physical labor involved in shoveling. By the time I was done and showered clean, the snow plow so graciously came by and dumped more crap snow at the end of the driveway. I decided to just leave it... (Side note: I'm so done with snow... while the husband has been playing in it, I have been shoveling it. I'm done)
Since my friends were coming over that afternoon for the game/superbowl commercials (which by the way...I was sorely disappointed in the complete lack of interesting commercials...what happened to all the good Bud commercials?), I cooked up a storm. Chili, chicken tenders, shrimp fried rice, guacamole, cheesecake, and chocolate pie. There are so much leftovers I don't know how it's going to all get eaten. My friends claimed to love my cooking yet they refrained from eating much of the food. Oh well...at least I didn't run out of food. I could never...it's in my genes. My mother always orders too much food, and I have a tendency to make too much for a party.
I spent a good part of the game playing with my friends 7 month old baby - Robert. We made fun of X-tina for messing up the National Anthem, made fun of the Black Eyed Peas for sucking live (or delayed recorded in our case), got disappointed when Usher only came out for one song, and cracked Cutler jokes every time a player left the field because of an injury.
I've left the kitchen in shambles because by the end of the game I was passing out on the floor and just too tired to clean the whole mess. Hell, even now I'm still tired. Somehow I still woke up at 3:30am and it wasn't even the dogs fault this time. Or maybe it is...since he'd been getting me up at 3:30 almost every day for the past week, my body naturally thought it needed to get up. There will be much cleaning when I get home from work today. Sigh...somehow not what I envisioned for my great Bachin' experience.
Edit: I totally missed the best part about Superbowl Sunday. In the morning, I ventured to the grocery store to pick up some miscellaneous ingredients. At the checkout line the cashier started chatting me up...now we refer to our grocery store in a completely non-P.C. manner as "the mexican store". If you shopped there you'd know why. But we love that grocery store because it actually has MORE than your everyday Dominicks/Jewel etc. So the cashier was talking to me and I was in a good mood so I was chatting back, telling him about my ski tags on my jacket as he monotonously swiped my items across the laser scanner. As I was swiping my credit card and signing the transaction pad, he caught a glimpse of my ring and you could see his eyes double in size and the gears turning as he blurted out "You're married?!" as if he were in complete shock that I'd be an old married hag. I simply replied "yup," snatching my receipt from his fingers, "thanks have a good day!" (smile) and walked away.
Skip a couple hours, and I'm home cooking chili and dancing in the kitchen as I blare BSB/Bruno Mars from the laptop/TV hook up. The doorbell rings, and I try to wrangle the puppy to keep him from charging the door...gotta work on that front door etiquette. There stands a representative from WOW Cable and the first thing out of his mouth is... "Hi, are your parents home?" Now, I know I'm standing there in jeans and my college hoodie, without makeup, or my hair done, probably covered in flour...but, really? So, I gently break it to him that I'm actually the owner of the house and you can literally see his face drop. He starts to point at my sweater, opens his mouth, decides he's fucked up already and closes his mouth. Classic 'open mouth, insert foot' moment. Then he proceeds to insist we had an online inquiry about the WOW service, and I try to tell him that we indeed did NOT have any kind of inquiry and asked if he got the address right. Yet he again insisted that someone must have sent it from this house, and I'm thinking...didn't I just say I OWNED this house? Wouldn't I be the one (or my husband, who was too preoccupied with his trip for the past month to even think about looking around for another cable service) to do an online inquiry? LMAO. I just wanted to laugh in his face. But that would have been rude. :-P
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