“I want to make Korean food this week. Let’s to to the Asian market.”
“I just got back from the store. You can go get things without me you know.”
“I like to go with you. You tell me what I can and can’t buy. Because I’d come home with Korean marshmallow pies and you know it.”
– C. and J.
We do and buy strange things sometimes.
J.’s been into a new exercise regimen recently, and after begging me for a few days for a pull up bar and finding a good deal on one, I gave in. Naturally one thing led to another and now our house looks even more ghetto as he had to take off the door to our office to use it. I resisted that for a couple of days too, but since I have my bike sitting pretty in the front room I had lost the aesthetic appeal already and didn’t have a leg to stand on. But as he works out everyday and I ride my bike faithfully (for an hour yesterday, kittens! My legs are jello!) I suppose the loss of a door is alright. Except when company comes over.
Then,because summer arrived quite suddenly this year–we went from snow to heat in mere days, what gives!–I realized, as I do every year, that I was dying. I didn’t own a single pair of shorts. So I marched into Old Navy and bought a stack. Jupiter, Odin, and Quetzalcoatl, what have I been missing?! You mean wearing these things makes my legs that much less glow-in-the-dark white, and keeps me cool? What has a professional-only wardrobe done to me?!
Finally, while doing the grocery shopping yesterday, I came across almond butter. I’d read of its awesomeness here at Thinspired, and from various health conscious friends and so snatched it up. Go. Buy. This. Stuff.