this post was started yesterday and finished this morning...excuse the wonkiness...
imagine my surprise when i turned to the new week in my lesson planner and found it was july 2nd!
they really need to pay the three year olds who make these calendars better or something...
friday movie night turned out to be great because we happened upon a great movie...5 children and it...what a sweet, charming, movie...i don't think it ever made it to the theatres here, it's british...anyhow, if you get a chance to see it please do...
so after we got the movie i had to stop for a few things at the store...okay, mistake number one was stopping at this particular store...this is the *other store*...this is the store where i always run into trouble...i think it's because i spend the entire time snooping in other people's carts and silently (though it sounds REALLY loud in my head) lamenting the state of our national *diet*...
good lord i am amazed at what people buy!...better yet what people consider food!...it's just no wonder at all that america is fat and unhealthy and losing the war on terror!...
well, i suppose we can't really blame our lame *foreign policy* on hot pockets and smuckers uncrustables...
i'm just sayin' is all.
anyhow, since i spend the entire time judging others at this store it only stands to reason that i will eventually run into trouble...
so we're at the checkout and i put my items including wine and beer on the counter...the checkout guy who is older than me says
"you know what i'm going to ask you...do you have your id.?"
no one ever cards me...ever...except when i come to this store...it's weird...which can only mean one thing...that the youth who shop this particular store in their teens and twenties already look like they are mid thirties greying grumpy perpetually sweaty stay at home mothers...
so i say (this is the point when i always get in trouble...when i open my mouth)
"are you flirting with me?...because no one ever asks for my id."
ha ha...i'm being funny...right?
apparently not because that's when he looked up with this grim slightly horrified look on his face and that noise that records make when you abruptly grab the needle off and stop the song came over the loudspeaker...
"um. no. it's just policy"
and then...
wait for it...
"...ma'am"
wow. no really, thanks for that!...that's just nice...ma'am?...ma'am!?...what the fuck! he's got one foot in the grave and he's calling *me* ma'am?...
moving right along, yesterday, during school we were reading about some ancient roman leaders and some guy named tarquin superbus came on the scene...i was like
"super bus?...oh my god that's awesome!"
the duke said
"um, i don't think that's how it's pronounced...i think it's superbus"
"it is, though...it says right here"
"let's look at the pronunciation guide"
"okay...look, duke...right here su per bus...man that is awesome...who knew...super bus...what a great name for a band...tarquin superbus!"
"um, mama, that's not what it says...you're missing the h and the emphasis is on per...not the whole thing"
so i look again and sure enough it says right there in black and white
suh per bus
he was gracious enough to not give me the look...
but you just know this is going down in the book when he decides to write it...
x.
dinner tonight
buttermilk waffles with maple syrup
thick peppered bacon
eggs sunnyside up
crispy hashbrowns with jalapeno and onion
fresh orange juice
yes folks, per the duke's request, it's breakfast for dinner!
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