Farmin' it Up

Here I am, at the farm. AB is playing with her grandmother and aunt. Granddaddy is somewhere on the farm, doing something productive yet never ending. It has been a low-key day and for that I am very grateful. This morning AB let us sleep until 8:00 a.m. (you're kidding me, really! Eight freaking a.m.?) before we all got around slowly and threw some things in a bag for coming here. R makes fun of me when I say I need to pack, even for one night. So I say "I'm going to throw some things in a bag" and he lets it slide. It's not like we could come up here without essentials like vitamins, AB's sound machine and bear, jammies, change of clothes, etc. I don't know what he's thinking sometimes. Must be a "guy" thing. You people travel light.

Last night was a perfect family night. We met a babysitter our neighbor/friend uses (her niece), who was very good with AB and seemed like a nice person. I went to Costco to pick up some things (more on that later), and we all went out to a wonderful dinner at Famous Dave's. Mmmmm fat and pork. Well, I had chicken, but there's plenty of fat in there. Coated in Devil's Spit. Mmmmmmm. By the time I was done my eyes were burning and my mouth was aflame, but damn that's some goooooood sh*t.

OK, I digress. Then we went to the mall to look for a skirt R asked one of the gymnastics Moms about on her daughter. This from R. Very strange. Mr. "I've never bought clothes for myself, ever." Anyway, we didn't find it but by some strange happenstance or serendipity the Haagen Dazs was directly across the mall from the store we went into. AB knew it, too. How? I have no clue. We walked over to the food court area, knowing what was going to happen, and AB asks, "Can we get some ice cream?" Daddy says, "I don't know you have to ask Mommy." She then looked me straight in the eye as I kneeled down and asked in her sweetest voice, "Mommy, can we get some ice cream?" Of course we were getting ice cream. "Only if I get a kiss." Done.

Then R took her on the carousel for the last ride. We walked back to our car, toting three containers of uneaten ice cream (you'd think we could agree on one and split it) and a keyed up toddler.

I got grumpy on the way back for some unknown reason. Isn't that just like me? Yes, it is.

Costco. I bought our prescriptions and picked up two bottles of contact lens solution. Paid for the solution and a latte at the register. Picked up the latte. As I was walking out, the retard at the door checked all my receipts and called the one for the latte (it was separate, don't ask) the "latte from last time." Accusing me of stealing it. Uh, nice, asshole. If that had processed in the amount of time it took me to respond I would have said, "hey, mensa genius, why don't you look at the damn date? Or did you notice the goon who poured it put a mark on the ticket? Did you take a nanosecond to observe that? Or did you just make a snap judgement based on the fact that I had accidentally wadded up the receipt? Yeah. Nice. I'm sure they pay you a lot to do all that observing, you half-wit. Have a nice night."

That woulda showed him. Or he would have shrugged, given me a nasty look, and said to the bald man behind me, "Can I get a look at that, sir?" kinda like he did when I said nothing.

Lame.

So go get a Sam's membership.

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Random AB quotes:
"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Me." "Me who?" "You're just my Mommy."
"No! I don't want to ask Daddy! He'll just say no!"
Complained of her knee hurting, asked for a Band-Aid. When NL took her to the kitchen she said, "I don't really need a Band-Aid, I just wanted some chocolate."
Running around in circles and from room to room after we denied her request for candy: "I NEED JUNK! I NEED JUNK! I NEED JUNK!" Hardly.