Today, my husband and I took a date day, left the kids with a babysitter and enjoyed some time with one another. We had lunch outside, strolled around the shops (which are all those fancy high-end shops that are rampant in Miami), and got air filters for the air conditioner (ok it couldn't be all fun).
Here, people dress like a million bucks, all the time. Running to the grocery store? Put on your heels and gobs of jewelry. I, dress like a slob. Even when I'm dressed up, I look like a hobo compared to these people. So, I absolutely love the fact that when I go browsing in the stores, no one pays attention to me. I'm still waiting for the day when that scene from Pretty Woman plays out for me. BIG MISTAKE, HUGE.
While shopping I went into one of my favorite children's clothing stores, because if there is one thing I like more than children it's their clothes. So cute, everything. Anyway, I'm browsing the eighty-five dollar sun dress section when I hear, "Hey, hey you're the lady from the park with twins." I turn around and standing there is the only asian person I have seen in this town. I smile warmly and say, yes, you're Alice, how is Raquelle?
Side note. I am awful with names, terrible, so the fact that I nailed this woman's name and her daughters name made me so damn proud I almost exploded.
She said, oh, she's great, I'm so sorry I forgot your name. I said, my name is Val. She said, I'm so embarrassed I'm terrible with names, what were your kids names too? and I smiled politely (and smugly!) that's ok, it's Lily and Zane. She said, right!, sorry.
I gazed at her fresh baby, he's about six weeks old and still at that gum/fist smacking stage where they constantly look like they are licking an ice cream cone. I said, oh my, Jack is getting so big! She said, his name is Peter. BAM. dammit.
My husband was eavesdropping and I looked up to see him snickering because he knows how much I suck at this point. He knew how awful I am with names and how high & mighty I had probably been feeling. Oh well. We bid farewell and strolled over to Pottery Barn Kids, where they just need to hang a sign on the door that says, "All Ye Who Enter Here Shall Feel Inadequate and Poor." Cute stuff, lucky kids.
We enjoyed our date day and I concluded it with passing another kidney stone. Yep. That's right, that brings my total to 6 so far this year. My weewee hole hurts and I'm getting tired of this game.
Tomorrow we're going to head to the pumpkin patch to go pick out Halloween pumpkins. I'm so damn excited. My husband tried to get out of the excursion by informing me that they were selling pumpkins at the grocery store 5 minutes away and there was no real need to travel 45 minutes south to go to an official pumpkin patch. "But honey, the grocery store does not have live chickens and pony's for me the kids to play with." It's this cute little place called The Little Farm and they have all sorts of animals running about the place. I'm sure I will regret this decision as I'm hosing the sheep poop off of my kids when we get home, but I wanna go pet a cow. I miss cows. There aren't any here.
The end of the year is approaching which means Christmas is just that much closer. It's my favorite holiday and sometimes I feel Halloween and Thanksgiving are just practice runs leading up to the big game. Hope everyone is having a great weekend and enjoying their fall.
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