Last night went on fairly uneventful, aside from the most awkward trip to Cracker Barrel ever.
I usually have a load of classes on Thursdays, but my finals were finished on Tuesday so yesterday was spent in wind shorts, a t-shirt, and my mom's bathrobe. The momma has Tuesdays and Thursdays off, and she spent her day in the same capacity (minus her bathrobe), devising finals for her classes. We did not really eat all day, aside from some oatmeal that morning and some moderate snacking. When six o'clock rolled around, we figured it was time to eat so we called in an order to Cracker Barrel. I happen to appreciate their macaroni and cheese.
I had to make a quick run to Winn-Dixie for some diapers, and then I headed toward the Barrel. As soon as I walk in, I hear, "Robertson," over the intercom thingy. I look up to the cash register area, and low and behold, there he is staring back at me just as surprised as I am. This guy happens to be my ex-boyfriend's, ex-boyfriend. Yes, you read it right. Of course as soon as we make eye contact, both of us diverted our attention to other areas. Also, to add another layer of awkward, my ex-boyfriend's, ex-boyfriend's, current boyfriend was working the cash register too.
So as nonchalantly as possible, I walk up to the counter to pay for my food. The ex-boyfriend looked at me disdainfully and handed his boyfriend my check and food and said, "Here, you take care of her." His tone was not exactly friendly. We have never been introduced to each other, and I was unsure as to whether or not he even knew who I was.
Just an observation: I do not recall at what point my "dating" life took on such gay undertones. I like it that I have this affect on men and their romantic gender affiliations. I am not sure whether I should take it as a compliment or as a roundabout insult that a gay man was interested in me enough to date me. Either my personality must be super neat, or I reminded him of a man..
anyways.
I think he knows who I am, something about the tone, and the way he stood over in the corner throwing annoyed looks in my direction, kind of gave it away. It must have been a sketchy break up, I can relate! I am not a big fan of being automatically hated, I really am nice; i swear!
To make things worse, my brain stopped working on a mathematical level when I tried to add the tip to the total. I was only slightly embarrassed.
At least the ex-boyfriend's, ex-boyfriend's, current boyfriend was nice!
Man; good times, great oldies. I sure do get pick out some winners!
Anyways, tonight another attempt at cookie making may occur. I really want some Christmas cookies, damn it.
As bad as those cookies were, their "badness" can not compete with the sugar cookie disaster I am responsible for, nor the cake incident in which I thought I might could substitute Bisquick for baking soda. I do not recall why I thought this ingredient exchange would work in the same capacity.. In my defense, I was a bit deranged due to illness.
The sugar cookies we textured like glass, and if they were able to be bit into, I am almost 100% sure they tasted like glass as well.
This post is not all that interesting, but I am bored and figured I would take a couple minutes of your life away.
All this talk about food, and now I am hungry. Unfortunately we have not grocery shopped in awhile, and my choices are between pop tarts and chicken broth.
I think I am going to go with the pop tarts. Nutritionally, the broth is probably a better choice, but the pop-tarts are probably more substantial.
I really don't feel like shaving my legs today. I shaved them yesterday, but last night I think I had a dream about climbing a mountain of ice (or something to that effect..). I woke up freezing my butt off, and now my legs are prickly, I don't like this.
...I now think I have surpasses the point of too much information. Sorry about that, guys,
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