Thanks but No Thanks
Monday, October 10, 2005
Here is a re-cap of my day, which has most recently ended with a stomach completely over-stuffed with Thanksgiving dinner. Ughhhhh; unsnap the top button of the jeans...
Mr. C. says oh my God, our onions have gone rotten and we don't have enough potatoes. Today is Thanksgiving, my American friends. As I said in my last post, my husband was making Thanksgiving Day dinner as his personal Thank you to me; so sweet. I talk my 4 year old into coming with me, as Mr. C. will have enough on his hands preparing dinner and the 4 month old with him. We pack ourselves into the car and venture out in the pouring rain. The stores are all closed, which means I need to find a fruit and veggie stand; the closest one is a good 30 minute drive away. The parking lot is full, the rain is coming down in buckets, my child is whining. Why does it take twice as long to get a child out of a car seat when it is raining cats and dogs? I am getting soaked, 4 yr old is whining more, I pull him from the car and proceed to step in a huge muck puddle. I am cranky; don't want to be out in this, want to be in my cozy house, etc. etc. I grab what we need in addition to an over-priced centre piece for the table and go to pay. I barely look at the guy working there and am preoccupied with my son, with finding my money, with my hair dripping wet all over my face. The guy looks at me and I shit you not, says You are pretty. Excuse me??? I hope your husband isn't with you because he would probably punch me, but I just think that you're a really pretty woman. No one has ever said this to me. In such a way at such a moment. Crazy, really crazy. I stare at him and say No, my husband is home cooking me a turkey. Lucky guy, he says. How weird is this???? I pay and repeat the scene dragging my son back into the car again.
Next, we go to the Drug Store so I can buy formula for my 4 month old. I go to pay and realize that my husband has my bank card; he took it out to buy gas the other day. I had paid cash at the fruit stand. Crap; I have no way to pay...
We return home and my 4 year old and I decide to go outside and get totally wet; and I mean totally. Down to the underwear wet. Dinner is predictable; the in-laws complain about the drive to our house, eat dinner and leave as soon as it's over. I tell Mr. C. about the fruit stand guy. I expect him to say crazy, but instead he surprises me and says See, I'm not lying when I tell you you're beautiful. Sweet, and unexpected. I stil have a hard time taking compliments, however.
This entry was posted on Monday, October 10, 2005 at 8:47 PM.
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3:00 AM
Firstly, i love that photo!
Mr C, what a guy! Lucky you, to have 2 admirers, hehehehe!
Well, you can't say you didn't have a memorable one!