I decided to do a tiny bit of clothes shopping this morning since I’ll be somewhere it may be cold this weekend and I have no long-sleeved shirts and only one pair of jeans.
Reason #1 it’s a good idea to NOT shop alone? When you try to put on one of those undergarment-thingys that is supposed to hold your shit in and you get it halfway over your head and realize it was a bad idea but now you have one arm caught above your head and the other arm is cinched by your side? It would have been nice to have someone there to pry me from its boa constrictor-like grip instead of having to damn near dislocate my shoulder to squeeze out. That was 15 minutes of life that I’ll never get back.
I didn’t find any long-sleeved shirts. I did find one cute shirt and a pair of jeans. I decided that I needed some new shoes to go with the outfit. Some sparkly black flats would have been nice. Instead, I came away with a new pair of Converse sneakers. Black and white. (Nevermind that I already had some patterned like pinstripes. These are less formal!) The new shirt is black and white (Um, much like ALL of my shirts) so they’ll match. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
Last Saturday I had to work until midnight but Sweety got me up early on Sunday to go to Epcot. I’ve been bugging him to go because I wanted to see Captain EO while it was running. I guess it played at Epcot for awhile and was replaced with something else and they brought it back last year. I’m not a Michael Jackson fan but I wanted to see it anyway. Maybe I cried a little at the end. I am obviously crazy.
Something else I wanted to do there was check out Club Cool. It’s an attraction that’s a giant advertisement for Coke but! Free soda! Little bitty cups! But free soda!
Sure, some of the soda wasn’t too tasty. This was right after the taste of the one from Italy hit Sweety’s tastebuds. I was a fan of the VegitaBeta from Japan. It reminded me of red Gatorade but with a texture kind of like juice.
Of course, I couldn’t take his word that it tasted like shit and had to try it for myself. Think rotten Alka-Seltzer. We wandered around the stations and drank soda until our bellies were sloshy.
Then we had a Cosmo from France and lunch at Restaurant Marrakesh in Morocco. I learned that I love goat cheese but I do not like food that is liberally sprinkled with cinnamon. Sweety wasn’t too crazy about the food. He did like the pretty belly dancer though. We spied a margarita stand in Mexico so we had one of those and some nachos. We learned that for your money – a margarita and nachos beats the hell out of the Moroccan restaurant.
The Feeding of the Hounds took place before napping. I’ve discovered it’s easier to put Tiny Dog on the bed and let her watch Oliver eat than it is to wrangle her away from his bowl constantly. Oliver has learned that when Tiny’s on the bed that he should take advantage of that time to chow down.
Napping might not sound like a big deal but it was for Sweety. He never takes a full-on nap where he actually plans it and gets in the bed while the sun is still out. It was around 5 p.m. when we got home and he had to go into work at 11. I was very surprised when he started getting ready for bed. Surprised and excited because I love me a good nap. My plan was to nap for a couple of hours then get up and go back to bed for the night later but I ended up basically sleeping through until it was time for work the next morning. Sweety said we didn’t have a sleep – it was a hibernation.