Today I spent some time with my friend who is getting over surgery. We could leave her house today (we didn’t last week–she felt too icky) and had lunch at Ledo’s Pizza. I had the baked Ziti and she got the lasagna. We joked about calling Ziti zit-i and how her MIL says it zit-i instead of zeetee. My friend finally told her MIL that a zit is something on your face.
Then we went to Hallmark and one thing we noticed was there aren’t enough sexy Christmas cards out there–at least not at that particular store. If I wanted a boring card to give to the better-half, I’d just pluck one out of the regular box and hand it over. I resorted to a Fresh Ink card (that has nothing to do with Christmas) and then my friend finally found where they kept the “cool” mainstream Christmas love cards and we found two that didn’t suck. She bought one and I bought the other.
While at the card store we were tortured by hack Christmas music. There are some songs and some singers that should never cross paths. I think we heard every single one of those songs. Ack.
And, since I’m not sick of telling you about our trip to Hallmark, here’s one more tidbit. There are just some people that you want to throttle and there’s nothing wrong in admitting that. There was a group of unrelated women–by unrelated I mean they didn’t come into the store together but found common ground by annoying us–who could not stop knocking over the Christmas bells. I think each of them managed to do it and then they talked about it while they did it again and again and again. Honestly, excuse your klutzy self and move away from the Christmas bells.
And now for something completely different: Tonight we’re meeting folks at Ashland Coffee and Tea to hear this band.