More Guacamole!!

Guacamole again!

Spider Monkey's parents came for dinner.  SM made fajitas.  And I made tomato salad, guacamole and dessert. 

That stuff that I am not talking about made me SUPER crabby, due a phone call in the middle of the day.  Which had to lead to other phone calls.  Which made me late to grocery shopping.  More than two hours.  And I hate being late.  I although I feel that I HAVE to do stuff, I still feel guilty for dropping everything every time this stuff (that I am not talking about) comes up.

Once I arrived at Casa Spider Monkey, I couldn't find him.  I can only knock so long.  And the neighbors were out.  And there was too much smiling.  So I went into the backyard. 

Because I was in a "I want to punch someone in the face . . . or shave my head . . . or pierce something on my face . . . " kind of mood, I decided to cope by pulling up the dead stalks on SM's lilies, which seemed productive and more positive than impulsively getting a full back tattoo or drinking much bourbon (or both). 

NOT SO!  Spider Monkey appeared and he WANTED those stalks there.  They look much better than wilted lily leaves.  I am presumptive.  Very presumptive.  And I suppressed the new, very specific, urge to punch him in the face.  AND he made me stop pulling them up, which was the only thing soothing me.

We went to Target.  ONE pad of sticky notes, a bottle of Fantastik and a tablecloth later, we went to Westborn.  (This was NOT my trip to Target, because it was a tab under $50) 

After all the vegetables, fruit, wine and dessert were purchased, we went to Holiday Market.  Holiday Market was a bit tricky because I had purchased cheese but I thought we just had to run in to get meat.  I forgot about the bottles.  So Spider Monkey returned bottles while I picked up the items we did not get at Westborn . . . notice I that did not say "didn't have" at Westborn.  There was a slight disagreement about the purchase of raspberries due to my failure to take inventory of a refrigerator that I do not own.

As I was driving back to Spider Monkey's, I made the mistake of driving down Main Street, which I found out that I should never, ever do . . . so as I was looking for a place to turn off the evil that is Main Street, my brain began thinking "Do I really want to spend the rest of my days with a person that has to go to separate stores every time he wants vegetables AND meat?"  But again, I was cranky today.  And the Main Street thing was throwing me over the edge.  And I didn't turn . . . I drove all the way to his house using Main Street.  Think that meat is perfectly fine at Westborn.  I've bought meat there.  AND I have bought vegetables at Holiday Market. 

But I did not punch anyone in the face.

And most of the time, these little idiosyncrasies are charming . . . or at least usually I find them charming.  And Spider Monkey's parents were charming.  And the cooking took my mind off of things.  And the food was good. 

And I still have Serrano chili oil on my hands which is limiting the things I touch . . . especially the eyes.  Need to make sure I get gloves next time. 

Now I'm watching Longmire . . . interesting show. 

School tomorrow.  And then more applying.  What is it?  100 applications before an interview?  And then at least ten interviews before a job . . .