what is it about target that sucks you in? i was in an oversized target today for over an hour and honestly couldn't find my way out. when i finally got through the checkout, i had been in there so long, i didn't remember where i parked my car. i think the authorities in those big box stores pump in 'happy gas' (like the dentist) so that you'll wander in circles and succumb to the irresistible urge to buy new kitchen towels. i did refrain from trying on swimsuits though. i think this yearly ritual should be renounced by any woman over 40 unless you're in a bowflex commercial.
i waited in line for an hour this morning at the tax office in order to register my 'out-of-state' vehicle only to find out that i didn't have all the necessary documents. the tax office is very similar to the dmv in that it is frequented by people who have never heard the word 'dentist' and who wear only overalls or sweatpants - with cowboy boots. and why is it that these people want to engage perfect strangers (me) in conversation? on monday when i waited for two hours at the passport office, there was a large woman in a floral peasant skirt (and cowboy boots) that would not get the hint that i didn't care about her cruise to cozumel or any of her other worldly travels (perhaps all of you are saying the same thing about me right now). she talked non-stop and all of my answers were 'yeah' and 'uh-huh'. you'd think she'd get the message.
continuing on my dinner spree to see if one can actually gain 10 lbs in 3 days, monday night was at the 'kona grill' with jolene where i had the most fattening sushi ever (anything is better with melted cheese on it).
tuesday's gluttonous event was at 'toulouse' with hadji and suzan.
last night's dinner at 'neighborhood services' was probably the most fattening of the week with something called 'butterscotch pot' (that has nothing to do with marijuana) and a homemade ding-dong for dessert. best thing ever. i was too fat and overloaded with sugar to remember to take a picture :-(.
jeff has come to the states to visit:
a smile from mr. t:
a smooch from richard:
a little tongue from heidi (jeff seems to be enjoying this):
who's been drinking my scotch?
love from texas mr. sanders,
t.
i waited in line for an hour this morning at the tax office in order to register my 'out-of-state' vehicle only to find out that i didn't have all the necessary documents. the tax office is very similar to the dmv in that it is frequented by people who have never heard the word 'dentist' and who wear only overalls or sweatpants - with cowboy boots. and why is it that these people want to engage perfect strangers (me) in conversation? on monday when i waited for two hours at the passport office, there was a large woman in a floral peasant skirt (and cowboy boots) that would not get the hint that i didn't care about her cruise to cozumel or any of her other worldly travels (perhaps all of you are saying the same thing about me right now). she talked non-stop and all of my answers were 'yeah' and 'uh-huh'. you'd think she'd get the message.
continuing on my dinner spree to see if one can actually gain 10 lbs in 3 days, monday night was at the 'kona grill' with jolene where i had the most fattening sushi ever (anything is better with melted cheese on it).
tuesday's gluttonous event was at 'toulouse' with hadji and suzan.
last night's dinner at 'neighborhood services' was probably the most fattening of the week with something called 'butterscotch pot' (that has nothing to do with marijuana) and a homemade ding-dong for dessert. best thing ever. i was too fat and overloaded with sugar to remember to take a picture :-(.
jeff has come to the states to visit:
a smile from mr. t:
a smooch from richard:
a little tongue from heidi (jeff seems to be enjoying this):
who's been drinking my scotch?
love from texas mr. sanders,
t.
1 comment:
Hey, how'd you get a pic with you and my mother?? Ugh..... Miss you!!
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