Munch: I had the best weekend, ever!
Me: How so?
Munch: It all started Thursday with the bowling and pizza party. Then there was a Friday night swim meet. On Saturday I went to the Monster Truck Jam, and today Dad took me to Dave and Buster's.
Me: Wow, that is a great weekend! And now you get to top the weekend off in Ms. Donna's Religious Ed. class.
Munch: I don't think that counts.
I had the most delightful shopping experience in your store this past Sunday. It began with finding some good bargains on your clearance rack and on funky socks. Then, as I was going through the grocery aisles, one of your associates said to me, "Hello there, young lady!" I chuckled but was quite pleased nonetheless. Then another associate walked me to the aisle I needed when I couldn't find a certain item on my list. (Hmmmm...maybe I was looking a bit feeble). And as I approached the checkout lanes, I had several cashiers vying for my attention! I felt like a celebrity! I will definitely shop the local Target again on an early Sunday morning!
A frugal and flattered 5th!
No one's mind will be changed today. That's okay. I admire your dedication to the sanctity of human life, from conception to natural death. I'm proud of you. Keep on marching.
Thanks for the White Chili recipe. The only modification I made was subbing cheddar for Monterey Jack. It was well received by Mr. Sister. And that is always a plus!
A well fed 5th
Since I stayed up for the game, do you think it possible for me to come in at 9 instead of 6:45am? No? Oh well, it was worth a try!
A red-eyed 5th
Stop it. Now. It's time to ease up on the pain. After all it's been since July. You are frustrating both me and my Physical Therapist (who has been working diligently, on a weekly basis since September get you to let go).
A hobbled 5th
P.S. How about 8 hour shifts instead of 12. I think my hip would appreciate that.
A hurting 5th
That is all.