Busy work week. So many teams, and guests, and requests. One night we got home and just slept in the living room.
Stuff went down on Wednesday:
The joys of the workplace:
This link has ugly language, I try to keep it PG-13 here, but I can't stop watching it. WHAAAAAAATTT??????
Dad-to-Be Reacts to news
Friday was our Thanksgiving lunch at work.
I tried Kool Aid Pie.
It was miraculous.
Saturday morning I woke up at 4:20am and could not go back to sleep. So I cleaned house, and caught up on my shows while eyeballing Scott to go mow the grass. I also cried and whined about how much washing, drying, and moisturizing the tattoo hurts. I mean like HURTS! I picked the worst place in the world aside from like an armpit or something. Right on the muscle, every move I make it pulls. The first tattoo in 2009 required almost zero aftercare, so I assumed they were all easy.
I was going to make this it's own blog, but it's really not that interesting.
Saturday we go to Lucky Village for lunch. I could just tell it was going to be an interesting day. When we walk in to be seated, the people ahead of us where asked "how many?", and the man of the group screeched something in an unknown language. They had 4. So we are seated, I order my water and his unsweet tea. I go to the sushi bar. Now here is my question. When you're in line at a buffet, if there is a person between you and the section you want, don't you just wait for them to pass it? I never cut in front, I just stand there and wait, even if I don't want what they are getting. There was this woman there who was cutting in front of everyone because "she has to GO", and even used a tong from a different kind of food to scoop where a man was already standing. Then her plate was so full she couldn't even close it, so she had some desserts in her HAND. I am poking along, getting my rice noodles and fake chicken when a tiny child who was with Screeching Man politely bumped me out of the way. Which brings me to another question. Is it not a rule that everyone goes in the same direction? Screeching Man and spawn were both going in the opposite direction so I backed up both times.
I get my food and sit. Homegirl forgot to bring me a straw. I just can't put my mouth on a restaurant cup. I know they are clean, and it isn't any different than putting their silverware in my mouth. Had to get a straw.
Then...this woman arrived. You can tell she is just street trash, but a wannabe Housewife of Atlanta. She came in, and asked to look at the buffet first. She had no idea how to walk in heels, and her eyelashes kept falling off. She said "it'll do". She fixed two plates, looked around at every person in the room, then took her fork to the waitress because, and I quote, "it has a spot on it". The waitress, who is my new best friend, threw it in the sink and gave that woman the biggest go to hell look I have ever witnessed. Right to her face. Then as she was walking away, turned around and gave her a side-eye.
It was fabulous.
She then took her a new fork. I didn't even care if she wiped it on her butt first.
Then the Screeching Man's child pooped his pants. I smelled it. The family smelled it. The throwing fork waitress smelled it. Only Scott seemed oblivious. If this child can translate for his dad and fix his own plate than he can go to the can.
There are four stalls.
The shitter was not full.
Unfortunately we left before the Diva sent any food back.
On the way out they offered us a calendar. They had penguins, weird cats, and fish. Scott asked if he could have a penguin one. The man goes "Panda?" with a confused face. Scott said, "no penguin!?".That is when I realized that Scott says penguin like Pain-Gwen.
Then we had to go to Walmart which is always an experience.
I bought Callie a dog bed. She has been laying in the tiny cat bed, so I figured I would splurge and get her her own bed.
My instincts were correct.
I have a lot of conversations that I think "man, I need to blog that!", and I always forget. Sometimes I will grab my phone and type out a few words so I can recall it. I found this on my phone.
I'm not plastic, Lisa!
If you were I'd melt you.
Flick a match.
I have NO idea!!!
Now I don't a lot about a lot of things, but I would think that all of this butter should be refrigerated.
My mom's neighbor was looking at it too. "CRAAAZY!!!" She said.
It wasn't one of the endcaps that was just dumped to come back to, this was a legit we-are-leaving-it-here-until-Black-Friday endcaps. Ms. Geraldine said "Well at least it will be easy to spread!"
I cooked again!
Cheddar Bacon Chicken
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