What the hell. I should post something. I mean, it has only been like 2 months!
Anyway....I got nutin to say about the weight loss. It is mostly all still there. Mostly because I am not doing anything about it. I am kinda coasting on a lot of issues right now. Work, weight, career, household duties.
So having nothing to say about that.......... It is hot here. I know. It is summer. It is supposed to be hot. Well darlings, I live in the Pacific NW and 100+ days are rare. So rare in fact that we only get 2 per year on average. We are working on the third in a row right now and the fifth for the summer. I am melting. And bitchy. My husband, who grew up in Missouri and was stationed in Hawaii for 3 years, laughs at my whining but is trying to be sympathetic.
Especially after my little adventure tonight. I wanted to buy a
new grill. Nothing fancy. Just one of those little table top jobbies that the little green propane canister screws onto. We are going camping next weekend and the one we had before rusted out. We tossed it this winter. More accurately, we left it on the curb and the neighborhood meth heads ran off with it for scrap. I went to 3 different stores trying to find one. I even went to Wally World (which I loathe) and struck out. I finally found one at Walgreens. The box was a little maimed, but I figured it had been shoved around the shelves all summer. Amazingly, they did not have the little green propane canisters on the shelf with said grill. Just bags and bags of charcoal, which the little grill did not need. I asked one of the clerks stocking shelves if she knew where they were. She was clearly annoyed to be disturbed from her duties, but hauled her self over to the paper towel section to look.
Why, you might ask, would you stock propane with paper towels? The answer is, I don't know. Made no sense to me either. She looked at me and declared that they must be out.
I stared at her open mouthed and then after I stopped catching flies suggested that perhaps propane and paper towels were not stocked together. She just shrugged her shoulders and wandered back to stocking. I hauled the grill up front and asked the clerk if he had any ideas. He directed me to another aisle. The look I shot him suggested that he should just go get it. Like I said, its hot and I am bitchy. He came back with said bottle, which was FIVE DOLLARS!!! I had been too many places at that point to care that it was twice the price that it was anywhere else with the exception of maybe a mini mart.
I headed home to grill the steaks that were waiting for the hubby and I only to find that the box was so maimed because clearly someone had returned it when they discovered that the regulator did not fit the burner assembly! AGGGHHH!!! I told my honey that if I took it back I might throw it at the clerk. He agreed that it was in my best interest if he took it back tomorrow.
So no steaks. No grill. Just overheated aggravation.
Reading this I realized that I sound like a psycho freak. I blame the heat and the interactions with multiple stupid people today. I think the hot weather has made everyone stupid and short tempered. No one can drive properly. I was almost in three accidents during my grill seeking adventure. All with people backing out of parking spots and changing lanes without looking. Additionally, all the clerks were clueless and unhelpfully. All I wanted was a grill for heavens sake.
It was all just snakes on a plane baby. Snakes on a plane.
