A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk
Husband and I took the dog and ran a few errands today. We dropped off a box at the UPS store that needed to be returned. I had ordered a cruet set with a gift certificate that I tediously earned from Swagbucks and Amazon only sent one. Instead of sending a second one, I had to send the one back. What a waste of time and energy. I suppose they have to track things and blah, blah, blah, but still. It was an excuse to get out, so there's that.
It was a warm, sunny day and the dog looked like she'd love an outing, so the three of us walked around the little strip mall where the UPS store located and picked some oil up from the auto parts place for my little car. Doggie had a lovely time scampering about and asking for pettings from obliging strangers. We had a hard winter and the poor thing has barely been out of the yard in months. It was nice be able to walk around outside and actually be able to have a conversation without also hurrying to get inside.
We ordered Chipotle to pick up and wandered around until it was time to get our burritos. We probably should have stayed home and found something to eat there, but I'm not going out tonight with my friend like I usually do on Wednesday so I figured we could afford to splurge on lunch. I almost always bring Husband some take out from whatever restaurant my friend and I go to. And it's generally more expensive than Chipotle. It's been a long time since I'd had Chipotle and it was delicious in the way only only Chipotle can be when you're starving. I'm really glad they added Sofritas to the menu. I haven't had anything else since it went on the menu and I think I'll try making a copycat version sometime soon.
We had leftovers for dinner tonight finishing off the egg bake that our friend had brought over last night. It reheated beautifully and tasted just as good today. The Green Goddess dip was even better, the garlic having time to get really strong. I love having stuff in the fridge to eat. And I mean homemade yummy stuff with good ingredients, not prepackaged, over-processed garbage. Now I just need to get more consistent about making that stuff. It's not hard, but it does take planning. Most days, I enjoy this sort of planning but I've been apathetic about it recently.
The Hoarder friends are back in town, so I've not had to stop by their place to feed their cats. It's a relief not have to go over there. The smell is horrendous. I hate having to breath in that dusty, dirty house. The flies. There's flies. In late March/early April. Did I mention we live in a cold climate? Yeah. Seven maids with seven mops with half a year would barely make a dent. Ugh. I really ought to put this out of my mind, but I get a little nuts after I've been there and have a hard time not thinking about a what a nightmare that place can be. I've been to group discussion dealing with Hoarding Disorder, spent many hours reading about it, and have come to realization there is nothing I can do to help. They've got to want it and do it themselves. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about watching their decline.
It was a warm, sunny day and the dog looked like she'd love an outing, so the three of us walked around the little strip mall where the UPS store located and picked some oil up from the auto parts place for my little car. Doggie had a lovely time scampering about and asking for pettings from obliging strangers. We had a hard winter and the poor thing has barely been out of the yard in months. It was nice be able to walk around outside and actually be able to have a conversation without also hurrying to get inside.
We ordered Chipotle to pick up and wandered around until it was time to get our burritos. We probably should have stayed home and found something to eat there, but I'm not going out tonight with my friend like I usually do on Wednesday so I figured we could afford to splurge on lunch. I almost always bring Husband some take out from whatever restaurant my friend and I go to. And it's generally more expensive than Chipotle. It's been a long time since I'd had Chipotle and it was delicious in the way only only Chipotle can be when you're starving. I'm really glad they added Sofritas to the menu. I haven't had anything else since it went on the menu and I think I'll try making a copycat version sometime soon.
We had leftovers for dinner tonight finishing off the egg bake that our friend had brought over last night. It reheated beautifully and tasted just as good today. The Green Goddess dip was even better, the garlic having time to get really strong. I love having stuff in the fridge to eat. And I mean homemade yummy stuff with good ingredients, not prepackaged, over-processed garbage. Now I just need to get more consistent about making that stuff. It's not hard, but it does take planning. Most days, I enjoy this sort of planning but I've been apathetic about it recently.
The Hoarder friends are back in town, so I've not had to stop by their place to feed their cats. It's a relief not have to go over there. The smell is horrendous. I hate having to breath in that dusty, dirty house. The flies. There's flies. In late March/early April. Did I mention we live in a cold climate? Yeah. Seven maids with seven mops with half a year would barely make a dent. Ugh. I really ought to put this out of my mind, but I get a little nuts after I've been there and have a hard time not thinking about a what a nightmare that place can be. I've been to group discussion dealing with Hoarding Disorder, spent many hours reading about it, and have come to realization there is nothing I can do to help. They've got to want it and do it themselves. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about watching their decline.
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