Sunday Funday.
To say my day was amazing would be an understatement. We ran around my old stomping grounds from when we
first moved to Dallas. It’s always funny
to go back to that area and remember starting out here and how different we are
now than we were 12 years ago. We’ve done
a lot of growing in the best way possible.
Jen and I stuffed ourselves senseless at Cantina Laredo over margaritas
and kee-keed about everything. We then
proceeded to walk every inch of Northpark Mall.
That mall makes for some great people watchin’ and the chance to see how
the other half live when you peek into Herve Leger on your way by. I came across an adorable older couple
holding hands and looking very much in love.
Sights such as these restore my faith.
It warms my heart and makes me think lifelong love is possible. I bet this little couple have had a lot of
ups and downs and could tell some stories.
I loved them. There’s a total
chance I’ve written this couple’s story to suit what I’d like it be…. It’s entirely possible they met through a
torrid affair, ruined lives and the relationship is still new enough to want to
be physical with each other, which explains the affection, but I’d prefer not
to go there… Or would I? Never mind, I’ve totally gotten off track and
it doesn’t fit with where I’m headed…
That little couple made me think of Jason and I and gave me
the warm n’ fuzzies. I don’t fear
getting old like I used to. I see little
old couples enjoying days of leisure together while the world hustles around
them with their appointments and overpriced coffee. In some ways I’m envious and I want that for
us some day. Our twilight years alone
together after we’ve gotten all our monkeys raised and out on their own seems
really nice to me these days. It was
then I remembered I still owed Jason some sophisticated, expensive, yet slutty
lingerie. (Not that I lose any sleep about it, but I often wonder if people get
offended when I admit that I do things like buy lingerie for my husband…) But then I think if someone would get
offended that a couple that’s been married 14 years and are still happy keep
things interesting in very healthy ways, well….
I pity you and I bet your partner is friggin’ miserable. Nonetheless, I was pleased to see that the
Victoria’s Secret had a way better selection.
I did miss my adorable homosexual boy employee in full make-up from the
last store. His precious demeanor and
desire to please me made up for the fact that their selection was for crap. I really wish I could hire him to follow me
around daily, tell me I’m fabulous and help me shop. But this time I had Jen with me for support
and there was a beautiful, robust black lady sent from heaven to help me find my
perfect sophisticated, expensive, yet slutty lingerie. She
looked like Loni Love from “Chelsea Lately”.
My only complaint is that at all the other Victoria’s Secrets I’ve been
to, have soft pink lighting in the dressing room designed to make you look like
a flawless goddess. If I ever become
ridiculously wealthy I will buy that very lighting and hire someone to walk 3
feet in front of me at all times.
However, this Victoria’s Secret had the most offensive downward-facing spotlight
style lightening that should be outlawed.
l still managed to find something
I love and got an added perk at the register when it was 50% off! AMAZE-BALLZ.
To celebrate Jen and I went to PF Changs for a chocolate
wall. We are cursed and get really bad
service on levels that are almost comical.
We were both once servers and know what constitutes as a busy server as
opposed to a server that just sucks.
Often, we get the stoned server that just sucks. Our server was on another level of bad but
the truth of the matter is, if crappy service is the worst thing that happened
to me today, I’m not doing so bad. I was
sent loving texts while I was out and I came home to clean dishes in the dishwasher. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
To say my day was amazing would be an understatement. We ran around my old stomping grounds from when we
first moved to Dallas. It’s always funny
to go back to that area and remember starting out here and how different we are
now than we were 12 years ago. We’ve done
a lot of growing in the best way possible.
Jen and I stuffed ourselves senseless at Cantina Laredo over margaritas
and kee-keed about everything. We then
proceeded to walk every inch of Northpark Mall.
That mall makes for some great people watchin’ and the chance to see how
the other half live when you peek into Herve Leger on your way by. I came across an adorable older couple
holding hands and looking very much in love.
Sights such as these restore my faith.
It warms my heart and makes me think lifelong love is possible. I bet this little couple have had a lot of
ups and downs and could tell some stories.
I loved them. There’s a total
chance I’ve written this couple’s story to suit what I’d like it be…. It’s entirely possible they met through a
torrid affair, ruined lives and the relationship is still new enough to want to
be physical with each other, which explains the affection, but I’d prefer not
to go there… Or would I? Never mind, I’ve totally gotten off track and
it doesn’t fit with where I’m headed…
That little couple made me think of Jason and I and gave me
the warm n’ fuzzies. I don’t fear
getting old like I used to. I see little
old couples enjoying days of leisure together while the world hustles around
them with their appointments and overpriced coffee. In some ways I’m envious and I want that for
us some day. Our twilight years alone
together after we’ve gotten all our monkeys raised and out on their own seems
really nice to me these days. It was
then I remembered I still owed Jason some sophisticated, expensive, yet slutty
lingerie. (Not that I lose any sleep about it, but I often wonder if people get
offended when I admit that I do things like buy lingerie for my husband…) But then I think if someone would get
offended that a couple that’s been married 14 years and are still happy keep
things interesting in very healthy ways, well….
I pity you and I bet your partner is friggin’ miserable. Nonetheless, I was pleased to see that the
Victoria’s Secret had a way better selection.
I did miss my adorable homosexual boy employee in full make-up from the
last store. His precious demeanor and
desire to please me made up for the fact that their selection was for crap. I really wish I could hire him to follow me
around daily, tell me I’m fabulous and help me shop. But this time I had Jen with me for support
and there was a beautiful, robust black lady sent from heaven to help me find my
perfect sophisticated, expensive, yet slutty lingerie. She
looked like Loni Love from “Chelsea Lately”.
My only complaint is that at all the other Victoria’s Secrets I’ve been
to, have soft pink lighting in the dressing room designed to make you look like
a flawless goddess. If I ever become
ridiculously wealthy I will buy that very lighting and hire someone to walk 3
feet in front of me at all times.
However, this Victoria’s Secret had the most offensive downward-facing spotlight
style lightening that should be outlawed.
l still managed to find something
I love and got an added perk at the register when it was 50% off! AMAZE-BALLZ. 
To celebrate Jen and I went to PF Changs for a chocolate
wall. We are cursed and get really bad
service on levels that are almost comical.
We were both once servers and know what constitutes as a busy server as
opposed to a server that just sucks.
Often, we get the stoned server that just sucks. Our server was on another level of bad but
the truth of the matter is, if crappy service is the worst thing that happened
to me today, I’m not doing so bad. I was
sent loving texts while I was out and I came home to clean dishes in the dishwasher. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
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