My Trip to the City

So we went to the city on Wednesday for a bit of birthday shopping for Trey.  Tia says that he's spoiled but I say that he's well taken care of.  There is a difference, you know.  Anyway, we got him some video games, some movies, a year supply of Pepsi, and a 55 gallon tub of Cheese Doodles.  He should be indoors and sedentary the entire summer.

Just kidding.  I can't tell you what we really got him because he's a pretty kid and might check my blog to find out.  I will say that all of them will require quite an expenditure of energy and he should have a great summer.

We were cruising along and it was quiet.  No one was talking and the radio was turned down low.  I was watching the prisoners trim trees along a frontage road when I had a feeling.  You ever have someone try as hard as possible to not be noticed and all that effort ended up sending out a "notice me" vibe?  That's what happened and it was coming from my wife.  I pulled my attention from the chain gang and that's when I heard the barely audible song on the radio.  Roxanne by The Police.

Tia hates that song.  Well, that's not quite true.  The song itself is fine.  It's the fact that every time that it comes on, her husband sings along like Eddie Murphy from 48 hours.

I suppose I can't blame her for hoping I wouldn't notice.

While out shopping for my well taken care of son, I decided to check out the boy's shirts because he wants a Spiderman or Superman shirt.  Have you seen the new deviousness being played out in the kids clothing section?  They are attaching toys to the hangers of the shirts.  Buy the shirt and you get the toy.  Trey picked up some shirt with some character that neither of us had ever seen and wanted to buy it . . . because there was a toy on it.  I was showing him Spiderman shirts that I know he would love but he insisted on the unknown shirt with the robot looking toy.  It ended up saving me money because I didn't buy anything.

Instead we rolled Thomas the Train back and forth in the bra section while we waited for Tia as she tried on shirts.  Out of all the women that came by, there was only one that didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor about us rolling the train back and forth.  She didn't say anything.  Just gave us a crusty look as we were sitting on the floor racing Thomas back and forth.

It wasn't like we were using a bra to sling Thomas back and forth.  We'd probably have to go to the girl's section to do that because I'm pretty sure that it requires a training bra to do that.

In the evening, we had dinner with my brother and his family and my mom at Olive Garden.  You know, because we're family.  Man oh man, did I eat too much.  Loved it too.  Salad, which was touch and go for a few seconds because I almost got a tomato on my plate.  I grabbed a bunch of salad with the tongs and snagged a tomato.  I tried to shake it loose but it wouldn't drop.  I couldn't touch it with my fingers because I'm sure that tomato juice can be absorbed right through the skin.  I obviously couldn't use any my utensils because tomato taste is hard to get rid of.  I believe you have wash your fork in skunk spray to take away the tomato smell.  Finally, I grabbed Tia's fork, said a quick prayer calling on the power of god for protection, and quickly knocked the tomato to the side of the bowl.  The rest of the meal was much less thrilling but quite enjoyable.

Breadsticks.  Fried ravioli.  Shrimp Caprese on angel hair pasta.  I even went with the hard stuff for a beverage.  It's been a long time since I've had a Diet Pepsi and brain tumors be damned, I threw caution to the wind and just enjoyed every lemon squeezed sip.

We had a wonderful server named Kris.  There were 10 of us and she was able to stay right on top of keeping breadsticks baskets and drinks filled and was extremely friendly about the whole thing.  That's quite a feat when 4 of the 10 are rambunctious boys.

I did manage to skip having desert.  Not even vaguely interested by the time I had polished off the pasta.  I waddled out to the car and we drove home, bellies full of too much Italian food and cargo area full of too many presents (according to Tia).

Here's the Friday Fitness video for this week.  Gotta love the 80s.

Comments

[CV Rick]

I'm thinking about growing Tomatoes just for your visit . . fresh tomato sandwiches every day.

[Success Warrior]

So very thoughtful of you. Not in a good way but thoughtful none the less.

I'll be sure to post an ad in the paper there for people to drop off unwanted cats at your house to be placed in a good home.

[CV Rick]

touche