"Hey Tall Girls"

I went back to work today. It was nice. It's weird, after being a stay at home mom for 10 years, I could not imagine staying home ever again. I enjoy going out and doing my thing. And that week at home, was slowly killing me. I love my kids, and Mitch. But Holy crap, ... it's a lot to handle.

I'm doing well on operation "unfatass" today, when I came home from work, my Miznitch had prepared a big ol yummolicious fruit salad, and I hogged that down. In the past, I avoided anything carby. Including fruit. I'm not doing that anymore. I intend to stay away from breads, refined sugar n flour and all that jazz, but fruit on a beeeeutiful spring day? I'm not passing that shit up.

I have a funny for you. Allow me to set the scene.

The other night, Liz really needed to go out, and it just so happened that her favorite band was playing at a bar close to home. SO...me being the BFF that I am, I went with. We bellied up to the bar, and enjoyed the music, and each others company. We were drinkin our drinks....minding out own business, when the bartender came and gave us each another drink. I looked at mine, I had half left, I looked at Liz's , and she had about the same. I was really confused, cause usually, the bartender asks you if you want another? .but, I figured, eh, what the hell, I was going to have another any old way. I then looked at Liz quizzically , thinking maybe she secretly ordered them, and she looked back at me, sporting the exact same look.. Finally we both shrugged, and I got out my wallet to pay for these random drinks, when the bartender informed me that "the gentleman at the end of the bar bought them for us"

Seriousy?

Have I been outta the game for THAT long? That should have been the first thing that came to mind.. I mean, there was a time not too long ago when I would go out with 10 bucks, and come home drunk...with 5 bucks still in my pocket. I was the queen of getting drinks...you know, cause I'm such a nice person and all. But that night, that was the last thing that crossed my mind?!

Of course we then had to thank the guy who bought the drinks, and of course, he and his friend came over to talk. I SWEAR as they were walking over I heard "What is Love" from Night at the Roxbury in my head. They were your typical dorks..that didn't think they were...and he opened with "Hey Tall ladies, I had to buy you a drink cause you guys are beautiful and tall." I shoulda responded with..."Hey short Dork, I have to walk away cause you're really short and rather redundant" But due to the fact that I am the afore mentioned nice person...I stayed and listened to him ramble about height. He then continued to measure himself against us. When he asked how tall I was, I told him I was "tall enough to kick his ass" and that was that. When he asked my name, I replied that I was "Shaquanda" and when he STILL didn't get it, and kept talking... I simply walked away, and Liz followed. All night long, he kept waving. And he was really quite the enthusiastic waver too bouncing around in his seat, smiling really big! (all he lacked was a helmet)...OK..maybe I'm not soooo nice.

Anyhooters. It's crazy how much my life has changed for the better. I do not miss the bar scene at all. And quite honetly, as much as I love being out with any or all of my girls, I would always love to have the Mitchard by my side.

AWEEEEEEEEEEEEE.



My how times have changed! Huh?