"The Limited" suddenly has sizes bigger than size 12. This was an unfortunate development as I was trying to Christmas shop yesterday. Quite the distraction.
And the "What Not to Wear" marathon has caused a change in my hair.
Quite the day off.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Where IS your sense of Adventure?
I have been invited to the Spider Monkey family Thanksgiving.
And while I am curious . . . and really trying to play it cool . . . my mind has gone into "meeting the boy's parents" overdrive. And I try to turn it off. Talk myself out of it. And it didn't work. At all.
So I called Princess for some "ohmygodwhatdoIwear?" advice. And she decided that I really needed supervision. So we planned to go shopping this afternoon.
And then she got a call for work . . . from my work, actually . . . and so we were late. And hungry. And Princess had an eye appointment. As we were driving to make the eye appointment, Princess turns into "Liz's Ham Cafe".
Liz's Ham Cafe looks as bad as it's unfortunate name. "Come on . . . it will be quick . . . where is your sense of adventure?" Princess asks. My sense of adventure is back about a block at the nice, sanitized, familiar Starbucks. But Princess is driving and we have half an hour to eat.
The smell upon opening the door is of old people. That's the only way I can explain it. Everything is decorated for the holidays and there is green vinyl covering most of the place. And evidently, in order to be a customer at the Ham Cafe, you have to be over ninety, or over 500 pounds, or looking suspiciously like a drug addict. Some customers look all three. Princess and I, however, are seriously overdressed. And I'm dressed like me.
So the restaurant stops as we walk in. And looks at the newcomers.
And the food is awful. Princess orders a bacon omelet (and was very excited about the prospect) but receives a ham omelet (go figure . . . at the Ham Cafe), so she just eats her hash browns. I order a patty melt and fries. The fries are mealy and the melt is gray. Everything is super-sized, however. We have enough food for five people. And we basically sit in front of it for five minutes and then rush to the eye doctor. I swear all the other customers looked relieved when we left.
So another culinary adventure with Princess. Ham Cafe. Who would think that would be bad?
And while I am curious . . . and really trying to play it cool . . . my mind has gone into "meeting the boy's parents" overdrive. And I try to turn it off. Talk myself out of it. And it didn't work. At all.
So I called Princess for some "ohmygodwhatdoIwear?" advice. And she decided that I really needed supervision. So we planned to go shopping this afternoon.
And then she got a call for work . . . from my work, actually . . . and so we were late. And hungry. And Princess had an eye appointment. As we were driving to make the eye appointment, Princess turns into "Liz's Ham Cafe".
Liz's Ham Cafe looks as bad as it's unfortunate name. "Come on . . . it will be quick . . . where is your sense of adventure?" Princess asks. My sense of adventure is back about a block at the nice, sanitized, familiar Starbucks. But Princess is driving and we have half an hour to eat.
The smell upon opening the door is of old people. That's the only way I can explain it. Everything is decorated for the holidays and there is green vinyl covering most of the place. And evidently, in order to be a customer at the Ham Cafe, you have to be over ninety, or over 500 pounds, or looking suspiciously like a drug addict. Some customers look all three. Princess and I, however, are seriously overdressed. And I'm dressed like me.
So the restaurant stops as we walk in. And looks at the newcomers.
And the food is awful. Princess orders a bacon omelet (and was very excited about the prospect) but receives a ham omelet (go figure . . . at the Ham Cafe), so she just eats her hash browns. I order a patty melt and fries. The fries are mealy and the melt is gray. Everything is super-sized, however. We have enough food for five people. And we basically sit in front of it for five minutes and then rush to the eye doctor. I swear all the other customers looked relieved when we left.
So another culinary adventure with Princess. Ham Cafe. Who would think that would be bad?
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