So this weekend we are off to St. Lucia for a week of fun in the sun. The impetus for the trip is that my au pair from when I was five is going to be getting married on the island and since she has come to three high school and college graduations and my wedding all the way from England, we felt it would only be right to go to her wedding. I mean, it is in the Caribbean, we'd be crazy to have said no.
So, please excuse my absence. I promise to post some fun photos when we get back.
So I turned on The Mix and was surprised to hear an acoustic version of Hey Ya (Outkast). I was completely thrown off and it took me a while to place it. I found it amusing to hear this guy sing, in a mellow touchy-feely sort of way, and tell ladies to be on "their baddest behavior." The two just don't fit together for me. And then when he got to the "shake it" part, I knew it was a bad idea.
They are here!!
After a childhood full of Girl Scouts, the last two years have been very sad because I have not had any Girl Scout cookies. No one came around selling them nor did I see them being sold in any grocery stores. After expressing deep sorrow and disappointment last year, Drew admitted that a co-worker had a child who had been selling him, but that he had declined to buy any.
WHAT!!!?!?!
How someone could make a mistake like that was unfathomable. I think Drew got the message though and yesterday he came home with five boxes of delicious Girl Scout Cookies. Now five is a reasonable amount, but I am still inclined to buy more. Does that make me crazy? I think not.
After all, Thin Mints keep very well in the freezer.
First off, I love Target. It's bad that it is only four blocks away. It's way too convenient and I find myself being their several times each week. I frequent Target so much that I am now quite familiar with their afternoon cashiers. There's Lottie, the sixty-some year old lady who talked to me about her fear of losing her job during the first week after the store opened. There is the the manager lady who actually finds red tops that are flattering and interesting even when combined with the requisite khaki pants. There are the various security guards who I figure must wonder what else could I need from Target every time I come in. Although, then I think, don't flatter yourself, hundreds of people walk in these doors each day.
Anyhow, it's a great store.
Today, while waiting for Lottie to ring up the man in front of me, I was eyeing the conveyor belt. I always find it interesting to look at the variety of things people are buying and then make big assumptions about who they are, what they need those specific items for, etc. So the man was purchasing mostly food. Items included salad in a bag, Lay's potato chips, chocolate candy, a jar of soup (bean, I think), double stuffed Oreo's with peanut butter creme filling (I didn't even know those existed), bread, frozen broccoli, Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, deli cut ham and turkey slices and American cheese singles. He also had a pair of socks, some batteries, several teeny candles (not tea light teeny, but small none the less) and a miniature Irish flag (yes, St. Patrick's Day decorations were already out). Other bits of information I gleamed from him is that he was not wearing a ring, he has a Target credit card and he did not drive (I saw him walking towards the bus stop as I drove away).
So, was this man buying food for tonight and before indulging in all the sweet desserts was he going to have a sensible dinner of soup and salad? Perhaps his daily lunch consists of a meat and cheese sandwich along with a handful of chips. Perhaps, he has a lady (or gentleman) friend and was planning to woo them in candlelight with chocolate deliciousness. Maybe due to all the snow we have received lately, he has run out of clean socks because they keep getting soaked and dirty after all the shoveling he has to do. Could his whole apartment already be decorated in green, white and orange and the flag was just the finishing touch? Or maybe he will take the flag to work and tape it up in his cubicle, proudly displaying his Irish heritage. Maybe he just broke up with someone and is going home to eat the whole pint of ice cream followed by the bag of chocolate, thus putting him into a food stupor and making him forget about Valentine's Day.
I'm sure I could go on, but I think you all have seen far enough into my brain for today.
