I had a marvelous weekend. I realize it's Sunday and my weekend is still in effect, but all I'm doing today is church and dinner with the missionaries, so I'm hoping it will be as uneventful as possible. But you just never know.
THE GOOD:
~ Friday evening, I went to the optical center and had my new glasses adjusted. How sweet to be able to see again. While waiting for Bunny to pick me up, I read a most interesting article in National Geographic about the early American settlement of Jamestown and how Europeans changed the very geography of America. According to the author, earthworms and honeybees were not to be found in North America until after the crossing of Columbus. (I'm not sure I believe this - the Indians didn't have flowers or fruit? Don't flowers and fruit trees need bees in order to be pollinated and repropagated? Does that seem weird to anyone else?) So if you like your apple trees and tulips, and squished sidewalk worms after rainstorms... you now know whom to thank.
~ At Olive Garden, Bunny had his favorite, ravioli di portobello, and the smoked mozzarella fonduta appetizer was heavenly yet again. I had pumpkin cheesecake for dessert.
~ After dinner, we went to the mall. We chose our new Christmas ornament for the year at the Hallmark store - the Grinch under the Christmas tree, stuffing his sack with the Whos' gifts.
~ All night, there was a sweet sense of nice married-ness and I-can-tell-my-husband-anything-ness (more on that later).
~ No Cool Story picked me up Saturday morning and we drove to Seattle to visit our dearly beloved Carrot, who turned a year older that day. Now she's as old as we are again, till January. We had a fun, fun trip. NCS was very impressed with the above Columbus story.
~ I wore my David Bowie "Let's Dance" socks that Elastic gave me, since she could only be there in spirit.
~ We met Carrot's little family and we got to hold her baby. Awwwww. He's so fat and squishy and adorable. When we were in Colorado, Carrot and I betrothed our oldest children to each other (Bridge and Brynn - see? It's perfect), so when I walked in her door, Carrot said to Brynn, "Your mother-in-law's here!" Her house is very cute.
~ Lunch was good. The Chinese restaurant really, really liked Elton John. Ever hear "Honky Cat" as Musak? Most impressive. We laughed hard and took goofy pictures of ourselves and made people stare at us.
~ The computer-y lady on the electronic map was nice, and even when NCS lost her way, never said, "Why don't you pull over and let Millie drive?".
~ We got home safely last night with sweet, sweet, Carrot-y memories. And more food.
THE BAD:
~ Next time you're at Olive Garden, DO NOT order the Tuscan Garlic Chicken. Ewwww. There's a reason Bunny always orders the same thing - it's always good.
~ Carrot would not consent to our kidnapping her. So we had to leave her at her house.
~ We went shopping after lunch, only to find that almost none of the sequined formals we looked at were modest enough for the Sweetheart Ball next February, which I think we may have talked Carrot into showing up for. With Mr. Carrot, of course.
~ NCS had twinges of nausea during the day. Things were looking pretty scary there for a bit. Fortunately, the open car window did the trick.
THE HANDSY:
~ We hugged Carrot a lot. She even hugged me again when I brought her gift from the car (her boy Nicholas distracted her and she left it there by mistake). It made my heart go pitter-pat. We even commented on how huggy we've all become.
~ I wore clear nail polish. Ooooohhhh... pretty.
~ The Chinese restaurant gave us actual utensils instead of chopsticks.
~ I felt I was in capable hands all day with NCS' sweet driving skills.
~ I had my hands full while at the optical center, juggling my hot chocolate cup and the National Geographic.
~ Um...
~ (deep sigh of apprehension)
~ Give me strength, everyone.
~ This is kind of big.
~ I'm posting this at my own peril.
~ Really... try not to faint.
~ While at Sam Goody's at the mall Friday night, Bunny and I were CD-shopping. He likes that one song by Colbie what's-her-face, the one that sounds like a Dr. Seuss book. I left him to peruse the U2 DVDs, walked over to find her CD, brought it back, found him, showed him the CD with one hand, and put my other hand on his tushie.
~ Except... it wasn't Bunny.
~ He was wearing the exact same outfit, haircut, everything.
~ I cupped his bum, and he turned to look at me, like, "Yes? Did you need something?"
~ I looked at his face and said, "Oh... you are SOOOO not my husband. I'm so sorry."
~ He was very polite and said, "I thought it must be someone I knew."
~ Blushing hard, I nonchalantly walked over to Bunny, who had heard this exchange but had no idea his wife just had a close encounter of the strange man's buttock kind.
~ I giggled to myself all the way to Hallmark. The look on the guy's face. I could just imagine what he would tell his friends later. "Some chick grabbed my butt at Sam Goody's."
~ While I giggled, I screwed up my courage to tell Bunny. He had no idea of anything. I said, "Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to get mad."
~ He kind of promised.
~ I said, "You know that guy at Sam Goody's, the one in the aisle across from you? Well, I thought he was you and I went up to him to show him the CD and I..."
~ "Grabbed his butt?" He was, sadly, just kidding.
~ "Yes."
~ "WHAT!! You even have your new glasses on!"
~ "I know. I'm so sorry. He looked exactly like you. I didn't mean to."
~ "I know you didn't... aww, you're such a DORK." He laughed and hugged me. I have a bad habit of waving to people I think I know, then finding out... oops. I don't. The bright side is, I've set a precedent, so this unfortunate incident didn't come from out of the blue.
~ My two dear friends told me I should blog about it. I seriously debated it with myself. My mom and the ward Relief Society presidency members read my blog.
~ I have since instituted the "Don't grab a man's rear until you're sure it's Bunny's" rule. You'd think it would have been obvious well before now.
~ What you do with this sage advice... is in your hands.