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Out and About

The Mr. is not one for sitting still too long, so it wasn’t a surprise when, upon waking up and getting dressed, he asked the inevitable question, “Got anything you want to do today?”

I looked down at my pajamas and said, “Not really.”

But he decided to do laundry, and I wanted said pajamas washed, so being that I was getting dressed anyhow, we decided to get out and about.

My eyeshadow work needs some practice still.

The first stop was the dreaded Walmart for air filters. I cannot stand Walmart, y’all. I can’t tell you the last time I actually walked into one. One female customer was very rude and cut in front of five of us waiting to check out. So brazen. Grrr.

The next stop was to the library to drop off a book I finished last night.

It’s a biography of a female American spy who helped organize French resistance fighters during WWII and later worked for the CIA. It was an excellent read! I gave it ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.

Then, we popped down to town to grab some Toomer’s Corner lemonade. I’d been craving it, and the Mr. was happy to accommodate my request.

I carried it with me to while we perused a few local shops but didn’t make any purchases.

Then, we headed over to Little Italy, which is a hop, skip, and a jump from campus, where we ordered lunch. This place is a favorite haunt of both college students and locals.

The Mr. had to cut my sandwich for me. Eating with my non-dominant, left hand is still a challenge.

Oh, and an aside. Why do people loudly talk about their private business in restaurants or other places? I heard the life story of a mom of a high school student, who was eating lunch with her mom, and her mom’s boyfriend/husband.

I don’t do drama, people, and I don’t even like to listen to it, but this was unavoidable given the open seating in the restaurant. Good grief.

The Mr. ran into an ABC store on the way home to grab a bottle of bourbon. I don’t drink the stuff, and he has plenty, but I don’t complain because he knows he can’t say a word to me about anything I buy given the closet full of bourbon bottles that he keeps stocked.

After a quick detour to Kroger to use some of our fuel points to fill up my car with gas, we headed home.

I’ll be taking it easy the rest of the day. Today’s outing was my longest since my surgery, and I can feel it in my shoulder.

I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain soon – I just heard thunder. A little rain shower will be lovely accompaniment to the snoozle I have planned.

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