i saw that written in the dirt of some guy's back window. sure beats "wash me" any day. i knew i shouldn't leave the house today. all morning i debated: sew, shop, sew, shop ... i chose shop. i made the wrong choice.
mostly the reason i chose to shop was because i agreed to take a thumbdrive to christen's mother, and i figured as long as i'm on my way out i may as well. no. no. no. i got lost. you wonder how, right? well, his mother lives off of waters and armenia, so in order to get to citrus park (where best buy was) i needed to take anderson to busch. but i missed anderson. does henderson go all the way through? i wasn't sure, so i passed it up. i took the next road. let me tell you, twelve oaks blvd does not go all the way through. half an hour later i found shelden, which does go all the way through. best buy didn't have what i wanted. circuit city didn't have it. i went to rhino games on busch and they had it (the older contra for ps2). on my way out i figure out what rhino is on the corner of -- busch and henderson. argggg!
plus no one wanted to go faster than 30 mph on busch (50 mph minimun) and i think i got motion sickness from changing gears so much.
on the plus side, though, the dude at the meat market beat my chicken for me. hehe.
it's really not a euphemism. i'm making chicken kiev tonight, and i usually make a giant mess hammering it flat (no mallet, all i have is a hammer that i cover in foil). so i asked the dude to do it for me. all the guys behind the counter got a good laugh at he who was beating it though. cuz, you know, he was beating it!
fred mcgriff came by the store the other day. he's really in a lot, but i don't pay attention to the fact that it's fred mcgriff. he's really nice though -- looked at laptops. sarah was standing near the front and turns to holly (when she directed him to laptops) and says, "you know who that is, right?" and she didn't. i don't see where it matters. i sat 3 tables over from derek jeter one time for breakfast when i went out with brad and his family. his dad was freaking out about it.
could just be that i'm not into baseball. if martin st. louis came into the store i'd be all over getting an autograph.