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Saturday, June 11, 2005
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Wow! I missed a day. Hmm. It feels good to miss a day. No wonder people do it so much. Well, even though it feels great, I will try to restrain myself and blog today.
Yesterday was one of those days. It was 7:15 and we were already in the car and on the way to Williamstown. As we got in the car, Mom handed me her coffee to hold while she shifted into gear. I inhaled deeply. I love the smell of hot coffee on a chilly morning. You know that smell? It's the same one that's there on an early morning car trip. It's still cold in the car and your senses aren't quite clear, but you definitely feel the cold and smell the coffee. I don't think coffee ever smells so good.
Another thing I love is shopping with my mom. Just the two of us. It's kind of like a girl's night out, except that it's not night and it's a little less wild. But we do sometimes turn the music way up. :) I love to sit and watch the world go by as we discuss the different facets of life. Things like what my sister's gonna do when her baby girl learns to talk, or recount the events of a visit from the Davises. Williamstown is a forty-five minute drive and we get in a good deal of talking in that uninterupted space of time.
Sam's Club was our first priority. And since we belong to a specially elite group called "Business Members", we get in two hours before "regular" members, which is nice, because once the regulars come in, all the little kids are in the aisles and you have to dodge them with that enormous cart that Sam's thinks everyone needs to have. My favorite place in Sam's, well there are two actually, is the book section and the clothes section. I've noticed though that the clothes section seems to be lately dominated by those intended for men. So, I shopped in the baby section. I will not bore you all with descriptions of the cutest kind of clothes out there. Let's just say I spent half the trip looking at skorts for babies.
The Amish market, or rather, the Stolzfuz (sp?) farm market, which is more of a strip mall than farm market, was next on the list. I hadn't been there in a while, so I hadn't seen most of my market friends in about two months. (I spent a day helping out there once and got on a first name basis with most everyone.) Well, my friend Joann, who used to run a dollar store, now owns a pet shop. Nine little puppies in cages at the front of the store! They were so cute! I had to hold one. Joann gave me a miniature daschund that looks just like Tybee, my sister's dog. I believe in love at first site. My mom kept telling me that I want a Great Dane. I kept telling myself that $600 was not even realistic. But he sat there on my shoulder, wagging his tail. It was difficult to leave him there, but not having the money for him, and certainly not wanting to pay that much for him anyway, I gave him back to Joann and left the store. *sigh*
We headed the car homeward as we ate our hot and salty Amish store pretzels. I love the tangy smell of mustard. Usually, on normal pretzels, I'll indulge myself in the taste as well as the aroma, but these pretzels are really greasy, and mustard makes them taste gross. Another forty-five minute drive amid strawberry milkshakes and The Girlz singing quite softly this time, and we were home again. As we put away the groceries, we discovered a total lack of ziploc baggies. Despair! What shall we put the hamburger in? We'll have to get some more bags soon, because these twistie tie bags just aren't the same. So we planned a trip to Walmart. When the guys got home, (they were out working in Haddonfield), we went out to Bob Evans (yes! I didn't have to make dinner!) and then on to Walmart, where we promptly forgot about the ziploc baggies until we were already through the checkout line. The need for ziplocs suddenly became endurable, because after probably an hour in the store, no one wanted to go back in to get them.
Being Friday, we watched our weekly movie before going to bed. It was called Flight of the Pheonix, but I don't recommend it and I probably won't watch it again myself.
So anyway! (I always write that in Lauren-accent, though I know you can't read the sound.) Have a great day and happy blog surfing! |
posted by cori
6/11/2005 08:05:00 AM
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I can't believe how great you make our day sound. :)
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It was great. We had something going on the whole day long. :)
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I can't believe how great you make our day sound. :)