Today, I woke up to do laundry and attempt to go out and eat breakfast. My taste buds were salivating at the thought of peanut banana pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice from the Original Pancake House. Yum, Yum...and then.....BAM. BAM, like a thrash of thunder, my reality sets in. I have zero dollars to meander away even if it is for a deliciously satisfying breakfast.
I began my laundry, load one of a thousand it feels. I get cracking in the kitchen. I get the better end of the deal, the toast. My boyfriend gets to make the scrambled eggs with cheese. He is better at making them than I am anyway. We sit enjoy our breakfast and tall glasses of OJ. Tropicana lies, this taste nothing like fresh squeezed, I'm no dummy. It complements our meal and satisfies my craving for orange juice. Still, just so I put this record straight.....It is nothing like fresh squeezed.
My boyfriend works on some work while I gander at this Kindred DVD series a co-worker is letting me borrow. It is a vampire mafia story line. I enjoy a good vampire story line, but this one falls extremely flat on my rating scale. I watch about 2 1/2 episodes before we decide to get outside into the beautifully sunlit, windy & refreshing day awaiting us outside our enclosed haven.
We stop for some lunch, Subway. Who could beat those $5 dollar foot longs. Besides, our favorite sub shop is closed on Sundays. We both order the Italian BMT, his on wheat, mine on white and toasted. Then we are off to our spot. It is a local park that is right beside the Airport where the private planes take off. We park and place our blanket down under the shade of the palm trees. It is a gorgeous day, a cool breeze is blowing, almost too cool being shaded under all of the palm trees, luckily I had my sweater in hand. This is our special spot we like to go to as often as possible to picnic, relax, and enjoy the fresh air. We eat, and look up realizing that some coconuts up in the palm tree directly above my head look dangerously loose. I worry that one may fall and knock me out. We shift our blanket away and under another palm tree that shows no signs of falling nuts. We eat, and chat. Once we are finished eating our subs, He crams his head into a computer magazine. I climb back into the sub-conscious, and conscious world of my new Stephenie Meyer novel, The Host. I would have this finished by now, but I have been attempting to read several books at this time. Three of which are "Self Help" books. Don't laugh...well you can if you would like, but we all need as much HELP as we can get. Trust me on this. We break from our books to gander at the dogs being walked today. The park is rather busy this afternoon and filled with dogs and owners of many variations. Old couples walking hand in hand, bicyclists, joggers, the dog walkers with their faithful companions: a pit bull, 2 Yorkie's, the cutest most eager little beagle puppy, and about 4 other dog breads I am not familiar with. A woman walked by us, picked up a coconut, smelled it and walked off. Not really to sure what that was all about. After a few hours of talking, people and dog watching, and reading we left.
We ended up at the book store, where I caught up with all my smut magazine reading. I know most people refer to "SMUT" as magazines of sexual innuendo, but I am referring to that of the Hollywood gossip type magazines.You know, US Weekly, People, Star, etc. This is my "SMUT" I am referring to. I refuse to buy any such material, but if ever in the bookstore, will pick it up to take a gander. We take a walk around the shopping plaza before heading back home.
Almost home, we stop by Publix where I wait 45 minutes at the deli to get the Publix turkey on sale. There must have been 3 guys in front of me ordering enough deli meat to feed an army for a year. Once it was my turn, I simply ordered, " One Pound of the Publix Oven Roasted Turkey Breast, please. That will be all, Thank You." Once the deli lady finishes she hands me the Turkey. I respond, "That's all thank you." She replies, "That's it. What about any cheese?" I say while walking away, "No, I have cheese at home." Then she comes back with, " what about Ham?" By this time I am not responding or looking back because I have past the produce and am heading all the way to the opposite end of the store for my chicken. I am thinking to myself, what part of "THAT'S ALL," did this lady not understand. I really can't be mad because I must admit that some of the nicest people you will ever meet in life work at Publix, but seriously. If I wanted to order enough deli meat to feed an army for a year I would have.
Now, home I continue my laundry, and finish off watching the Kindred series. Though, it is not that interesting, I must say I still want to find out what happens.
Another Mundane Monday awaits me, can't wait.
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