The trip was without incident, but one of the Real Housewives of Granger stopped me in the juice aisle as I was perusing the Gatorade and said "You know they make that in a calorie free version" without even a hint of "Gee, maybe this huge enormous sweaty woman with a salad in her little cart has had a rough week moving all of her crap into an apartment and is on the verge of a mental, physical, and emotional breakdown over leaving her little dream house in The Forest and perhaps she has had an even rougher go of it medically, so maybe I should just mind my skinny business and go pay twice as much for my organic bananas and be done with it."
But the tip was actually helpful, so I just thanked her, grabbed the neon colored G2 version of what was directly in front if me and got the h-e-double-toothpicks outta there.
For the record, it was actually pretty good and seemed to do the trick. No cramps last night, even though I felt like they could have returned at any moment.
A Saturday of doing absolutely nothing looks like it might be followed by a Sunday of exactly the same. I am suddenly so tired I can barely move, so methinks it will be yet another lasagna day. I might just lounge myself right into a few snoozy naps and another salad later this afternoon.
Next week is a trip to House of Stitches, so I know that a new project is on the horizon. I honestly don't know when my last stitching session was, but I feel like a parent with a beloved child away at camp. Oh, how I've missed her so! I just need to get her room finished for her so that when she finally returns there will be lots and lots of play time!
Happy Father's Day to all of the dads out there! I gave mine a little wave and blew a kiss to his picture this morning on my way to fetch the paper. Kiss your dads, husbands, brothers, sons, nephews, grandfathers and uncles today if you can and come tell me all about it!