A Day Off...

really..well, half a day off. When was the last time that happened? I would have blogged about it and I don't remember blogging about anything like that so it's been at least over a year and a half. I've had alone time but not time I've taken for myself. I usually use that time to catch up on stuff that needs to be done around here..not today though, I got the opportunity and jumped on it faster than a greased pig being pursued by a pervert farmer.

Like I said earlier today, DeWitte's radiator hose broke at work so he had to fix it after. Nathan wanted to help so DeWitte kept him at the office for the afternoon so that they could do it together after work..he's such a good Dad.

The first thing I did was come home, grab my 20% off coupon for Bed Bath and Beyond and shaved my legs. After the bleeding stopped, I went off and got a pedicure. It's been a while. The place I used to go to isn't even owned by the same people anymore. There was a sign by the cash register that said "Please sing-ins" but I didn't see anybody singing anywhere, ins or outs.

After that it was off to BB&B. I got a new mandolin. Not the kind with the strings, I can't play one of those but the slicer kind which I do ok with. I haven't sliced a finger off yet, anyway. My old one had gotten really dull. After that I went to Target but as I was walking over, I noticed that everybody around me was on the phone. I called DeWitte to see how he was doing with Nathan so that I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. I got a new bra and new underpants. DeWitte asked if they matched, I told him only if them both being comfortable counts.

After that it was off to the fancy grocery store. So fancy I don't usually feel like I belong but I did just have a pedicure and I had new underpants, even if I wasn't wearing them just then. The people there are so fancy you hear words like "commodities" and "brokers" dropped so often you trip over them. You also hear them talk about the nerve of the proletarian's like me invading their incredibly high quality produce department. It's a place so fancy, you can accidentally buy baby leeks instead of green onions and the 16 year old cashier knows the difference. I didn't even know the difference. That's ok, though, the baby leeks went into the dill and baby potato salad even if they did cost $2.99 instead of the 79 cent green onions. I should look at my receipts more often.

By contrast, my grocery store, which I had to stop at because I forgot to buy dill and you can't make dill and baby potato salad with baby leeks without dill, I followed a guy with a sleeveless camofloge shirt around because he was going at a snails pace. A place so un-posh, I didn't feel weird paying for my $20 plus order all in one dollar bills because I was trying to get rid of them. I had so many in my purse, I was starting to feel like a stripper.

I need to do this more often. Maybe I'll have a look at DeWitte's alternator belt.