I don’t think I am asking for a lot.
I buy sliced cheese from the deli. As do a million other folks, I grab a number at the deli, I’ll buy a pound of turkey and a pound of cheese.
Sliced cheese. You know, so you have nice slices to melt on a burger, make a party tray, sandwich,…whatever…
Yet it seems time after time, I get a glop of cheese. When they slice it, they put it on the scale, and lay it one slice on top of another. Secretly, I’d swear they get the package after they slice it and smoosh it with their hand. I don’t know:is it me?
I am tired of standing at the kitchen counter with a knife to separate slices of cheese only to get chunks of a few slices break off at one time. I ask nicely to slice the cheese not too thin, and yet, I open up the package and get dairy tissue paper.Really.
As we were checking out at the register, after the cheese was wrung up , I walked over to the customer service desk and showed them the cheese.She said” return it”, to which I said so I can get a pound the same way?
You can put this in with my Dunkin Donuts rant…all I want is my cheese sliced the way I want it. I guess it’s too much to hope for.
My husband’s nephew, Tom, called me today while we were in the city: he wanted to take Jim and me out for dinner, since he was at the Jersey shore, and we would be.
We got to the spot, and early enough for happy hour, and although we were melting, the cold beer made us forget ! We had Dungeness crab, conch fritters, mussels in red sauce,and clams casino.
Good company, nice bay breeze, and calories…..rough start to the weekend!!
Decided to take tomorrow off as a vacation day. My sleep has been off, so tonite, a hot shower and Goodfellas on the tv,and hopefully,a good night’s sleep.
Tomorrow, off to the Undisclosed location, so hopefully, we’ll be resting up.
Have a great weekend!
Just when I thought it was safe to be content in the office,well….it’s back.
It seems that I have some aura that must be triggered when things are quiet. ” Hey, it’s time to get Mar’s gut in a knot again.”
Guess what? I am not going to let it happen. I don’t dump on considerate friends, so my “psychiatrist is in” shingle is in the trash.
Drama? Got no time for it!
Took my fur children out for a walk tonite-it was a beautiful night. Coming back in to watch the Phillies, I got a phone call from Jim, who was up the street at the neighbors.
“Any reason while Lola is on the porch?”
Lola is the sweetest gal on earth, next to Zush. Fortunately, we knew this old girl was waiting to get in, so I invited her in and she said sure, she’d love to come in and catch up with her pal Zush. I think Lola is a year or two younger than Zush.
It’s always good to have buds!
It’s 12:07 am.
I am awake.
Jim is sleeping ,
After almost ten years of marriage, and despite the fact I am post-menopausal , have entered the no-man’s land of marriage….
We have joined the millions of couples who can’t agree on temperature .He is asleep, the ceiling fan is sputtering, since fans bother him, while I am watching QVC with the volume down,in a cotton nightgown, in flop sweat .
So I am going to go, take a cold shower, and an anti-histamine..
Morning comes awfully quickly.
It was a little difficult, but I am fortunate enough to have this to complain about…I am beat.
We left Undisclosed location at 9pm, and even then got in shore traffic. I know: I am lucky to have the Undisclosed to come up from. As I get a wee bit older, crawling into bed at11:30 means it’s rough getting up in the morning! A double cup of coffee today was of little help. I think pollen and allergies had something to do with it, but when you have to take medicine ,well, it’s what you have to do.
Hopefully an early night tonight will help me play catch up.** fingers crossed**