So yesterday I worked as usual because apparently that’s what “adults” do. What exactly are the BENEFITS of being an adult? That’s what I’d like to know. You can drink in bars and lounges with your OWN ID? Not enough reason for me to willingly succumb to adulthood, there’s no shortage of blonde haired, blue eyed 20 something females with old ID’s.
Anyway, after work my Man and I had date night. Well we didn’t actually acknowledge it as date night but it was Thursday and we did make plans together. Date night included Ride Class, JERSEY SHORE and a fancy pita supper (for me.. because I’m addicted..).
To get through Ride Class I just kept pedaling and yelling (inside my head), “4 more tracks and then J-Wow and Snooki give Sam the LETTER, 4 MORE!!” Talk about motivation. When the sweat session was FINALLY finished my Man and I couldn’t wait to get out of there, we didn’t even stay for stretch. Okay, I never stay for stretch BUT I would have had he made me.
When we got home my Man showered because he’s clean and I drove to Pita Pit to get my suppa (he was having salmon, lame). I grabbed my Visa as I ran out the door and was gone. When I arrived at the Pit I strolled in and ordered a regular chicken, it was either that or hummus with every veggie available. I went with Chicken and whipped out my Visa like the big spender I am. “We don’t take Visa,” the friendly Pita maker stated from behind the counter.
What?!?! What kind of establishment does not accept Visa? Do you know how many customers you’re losing? You’re losing all of the people that have no money but still spend money. That is A LOT people. AND you mean to tell me that I’ve paid for all 700 hundred (rough estimate) pitas I’ve ever bought with debit? Outrageous. Think of all the points I missed out on. Regardless, I had neglected to grab my whole purse while running out the door so I had no choice. I’d have to go ALL the way home and then come ALL the way back. I did. As if I was making anything at home.
The rest of the night was just as perfect as I’d imagined. I love lying around with my Man and watching the reality show of the day. My Man called last night’s Jersey Shore episode slow and uneventful, I however, cried. It was so sad when Ronnie admitted to SOME, but not all (a**hole) of the letter. Sammi was crushed. I don’t like Ronnie especially since the first thing he did was get mad about WHO told. Why would expect everyone else to keep your dirty secrets? Why should everyone do you a favor and not Sam? Man up.
Speaking of which, I opened my email this morning to find THIS poem from Kimberly. Love it.
A Real Man
A real man is a woman's best friend. He will
never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.
He will inspire her to do things she never
thought she could do; to live without fear
and forget regret. He will enable her to
express her deepest emotions and give in to
her most intimate desires.
Anyway, after work my Man and I had date night. Well we didn’t actually acknowledge it as date night but it was Thursday and we did make plans together. Date night included Ride Class, JERSEY SHORE and a fancy pita supper (for me.. because I’m addicted..).
To get through Ride Class I just kept pedaling and yelling (inside my head), “4 more tracks and then J-Wow and Snooki give Sam the LETTER, 4 MORE!!” Talk about motivation. When the sweat session was FINALLY finished my Man and I couldn’t wait to get out of there, we didn’t even stay for stretch. Okay, I never stay for stretch BUT I would have had he made me.
When we got home my Man showered because he’s clean and I drove to Pita Pit to get my suppa (he was having salmon, lame). I grabbed my Visa as I ran out the door and was gone. When I arrived at the Pit I strolled in and ordered a regular chicken, it was either that or hummus with every veggie available. I went with Chicken and whipped out my Visa like the big spender I am. “We don’t take Visa,” the friendly Pita maker stated from behind the counter.
What?!?! What kind of establishment does not accept Visa? Do you know how many customers you’re losing? You’re losing all of the people that have no money but still spend money. That is A LOT people. AND you mean to tell me that I’ve paid for all 700 hundred (rough estimate) pitas I’ve ever bought with debit? Outrageous. Think of all the points I missed out on. Regardless, I had neglected to grab my whole purse while running out the door so I had no choice. I’d have to go ALL the way home and then come ALL the way back. I did. As if I was making anything at home.
The rest of the night was just as perfect as I’d imagined. I love lying around with my Man and watching the reality show of the day. My Man called last night’s Jersey Shore episode slow and uneventful, I however, cried. It was so sad when Ronnie admitted to SOME, but not all (a**hole) of the letter. Sammi was crushed. I don’t like Ronnie especially since the first thing he did was get mad about WHO told. Why would expect everyone else to keep your dirty secrets? Why should everyone do you a favor and not Sam? Man up.
Speaking of which, I opened my email this morning to find THIS poem from Kimberly. Love it.
A Real Man
A real man is a woman's best friend. He will
never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.
He will inspire her to do things she never
thought she could do; to live without fear
and forget regret. He will enable her to
express her deepest emotions and give in to
her most intimate desires.
He will make sure she always feels as though she's the most
beautiful woman in the room and will enable
her to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive, and invincible.
No wait...
sorry...
I'm thinking of wine.
It's wine that does all that.......
Never mind.
White or Red?
Red, please.
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