I think I have cabin fever. I am cranky and achy and just want to be plain mean to every one. I have so many things to do today. I need to put the finishing touches on the skirts for my little grand girls and get them packed along with enough clothes for my week with them. I am leaving Saturday to head north. The weather is supposed to be spring like in my absence, causing one particular camper to opine that I should head north more often.
I went to WalMart today. Had to pick up the RX for he who has high cholesterol. Also had to buy underwear for me. I will be gone eight days. I don't have that many panties. I know I can wash my clothes while I am there, but I think I deserve more panties ........ As luck would have it, Fruit of the Loom had a 10 pack on sale! We were also out of Jif peanut butter and that is a tragedy in the making for he who will have to prepare his own food while I am gone.
Since it was well past lunch time and the Burger King was pushing Whoppers, he who loves beef pulled into the drive-thru. He ordered and I distinctly heard him say "no onions". I don't like onions. I should say, raw onions, on my burger. He does, but thought it best to keep the order as simple as possible, since they usually get it wrong. He is thoughtful, this man I am married to. We get the order and maneuver back onto the road and head onto the interstate, with the nice warm bag in my lap and the smell of french fries filling my little car. I open the burgers and neatly pull back the paper so he who is driving can eat. Then I get mine out and open it. What do I see hanging out? Is that just a piece of lettuce. I lick it. Onion. I pull back the top of the bun and see all the onion. To go back we would have to go to the next exit and double back, so I just pick all the onion off as I hum the old theme song............... 'Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce, special orders don't upset us' 'Have it your way, have it your way'. Whatever.