And more profound thoughts from the housewife. Okay, so scratch the profound part.
I appreciate your concern over my coffee pot debacle yesterday. Man, y’all come out in DROVES when a girl has a coffee crisis!
Fortunately I have a back-up 4-cup coffee maker that I was able to dust off so that I could have my shot of caffeine. Too bad it didn’t help. I still went through most of the day thinking it was Wednesday, which is why I accidentally closed my Chic Critique giveaway a day early and then missed most of American Idol last night. ACK!
It’s a good thing I don’t have a responsible job where lives are depending on me.
So speaking of nothing. Last night on my way home from running errands, I decided to stop by the "Beverage Center". Now that the weather is actually resembling spring, it’s time to stock the spare fridge in the basement with warm weather beverages. In the winter I’m all about red wine and martinis (although not at the same time, I learned THAT lesson the hard way!) In the warmer months, it’s gotta be something chilled, like white wine (preferably Pinot Grigio) or Mike’s Hard Lemonade or, when I’m in the mood to mix and shake, a margarita.
Last night, on the recommendation of a friend, I was out to procure a case of Mike-Arita — Mike’s latest and greatest invention. It supposedly tastes like a margarita, but without the need for a blender. How bad can that be!?
So I hopped out of my minivan, aka The Frumpmobile, and wandered into the store, looking around for the elusive Mike-Arita. The burly guy working the joint came over and asked me if he could help me, and together we managed to find the boxes of Mike’s cocktails stacked in a corner, not yet stocked on the shelves. They must have been unloaded from the truck just that day. This stuff really IS new!
And then. THEN. Big Burly Guy says, "There you go!" and WALKS AWAY, back towards the register, LEAVING ME to heft the case of drinks to the counter all by myself. I told you chivalry is dead. And evidently, so is customer service.
I completed the transaction and lumbered to my car with the case of drinks in hand. I wasted no time putting a few in the fridge, and this afternoon they should be all nice and chilled and ready to taste test. I’ll let you know how it goes.