Monday, February 10, 2014
Sheesh, how weird can it get?
I started the day out perfectly balanced, food wise. We decided to go out, just to not be housebound, and neither discussed the previous night's grossness but we both admitted we didn't want to. DH is on a temporary upswing; he must be mighty fired up right now. He is a good, moral man who rarely curses. Leaves that to me, the farm girl.
We went to Tractor Supply and goofed around there; I hinted I'd like a horse and received a human snort
Tried another farmish store, he wants an old fashioned work shirt...the man with 7 bins of shirts. Nothing there but entertainment. Everything from underwear to guns to furniture. There's a large staircase in the middle of the store and I see a man, over 70, goofing to his wife standing next to me. He pretends he's going to ride the banister down.
They're all the same!
Now to a mall, we find the shirt and go to DHs 2nd favorite place, Wendy's. This guy keeps staring at us. He comes over and it's the logo on DHs shirt that brought him. Turns out they worked together on a job, years ago. The weird part was as this guy, another over 70, is hyper-man. Dirty fingernails. He's animated, gets closer and closer and is practically laying on the table while he talks. He's a hand grabber and arm slapper.
I got so nervous I ate more than I wanted.
I couldn't wait to get home, had my strawberries and curled up in my pj's.
I can't wait to get back to the crazy house I now call work!