The Furry Godmother also started following me, and I am a big fan of hers. Her dog Simone is always looking at me through the computer screen saying, "Please take me away and cuddle me forever. Even though my parents throw me birthday parties and you wouldn't." You guys are great with those parties. Poor Cinnamon just gets me shoving my face in his belly going "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and then opening a can of Fancy Feast. Conveniently, this is also how I celebrate Jesse's birthday.
Susan from Live Lightly, Laugh Often also started following me. Go check out the pretty pictures that are her header and background. Her and her husband are remodeling their house and I want PICTURES. Wow. I just went to her blog and she has a whole tab dedicated to their house. I feel like a tool.
On to other items of business.
Once I was at the mall with my sisters and brother-in-law. Now, this is the Pony Village Mall in Coos Bay, Oregon, meaning, this mall is jank. I think JC Penney was able to stay in business, but everything else constantly had a going out of business sign except for the attached Dollar Tree and Army recruitment guys. Not that the Army recruitment guys would have a going out of business sign. They would have more of a "try the Marines next door" type of thing.
Recently I was at my parents' house and Mom had copies of a questionnaire that each member of the family had filled out back in the Coos Bay days. Do you know where my favorite place to hang out was, on that list?
Wait for it...
WALMART. Didn't see that coming, did you. Unless you are Jesse, because I have extensively gone over why the Walmart was better than the mall in Coos Bay. The Walmart there was awesome. I'm receding into myself talking about this so I'm going to move forward to the story.
So hanging out at the Po-nay Village, my sister and her husband said something along the lines of, "Look at that new gym right there. I wonder how much it costs." And I said, "I'll go check." Now, my other sister Susan tells me she was there with me when this happened, but I have a bad memory and change facts, so here's my story instead. I was alone.
As I walked up to the counter, I told myself I would just ask for a broshay that included their prices. A broshay? I asked myself. Yeah... that's right. Broshay. The guy at the counter was a big beefy guy with minimal neckage and wearing ear buds.
"Could I have a broshay?"
"A broshay." Duh.
Blank stare. He points into the mall. "The guy who's normally is here buying some socks right now, so..."
"... ...Okay, thanks," I said as I rolled my eyes and thought moron.
And then. Oh no. BROCHURE.
Cinnafluff and Jesse:
And happy birthday, Madre! I love you whole bunches. Enjoy the very thoughtful gift certificate I emailed to you.