July 9th, 2008 at 7:31 am
Chock full of Chikin we are
Posted in: Adventures 'round town
Though the commute in from Monroe should be a bear and a half, with my guy it hasn’t been much a problem at all yet. Don’t know where Monroe is? Yeah, I had absolutely no idea either. Even Google Maps laughed at me when I tried to find it.
It’s become a time to just curl up next to him in the truck and enjoy being together…or, yeah, sleep in his lap while he has to do the drive. I’m such a nice girlfriend, aren’t I? But, anyway, yes, I most certainly do curl up next to him in the truck each and every time, thankyouverymuch. I don’t think I’ve been in the passenger seat yet.
In any case, today’s commute in to work tickled me so that I’m still thinking about it 3 hours later.
It was a Chikin kind of morning. 
A lot of mornings are Chikin kinds of mornings, as evidenced today when the lady in the window greeted us like long lost friends. Okay, maybe not long lost friends. But there I was, curled up against my guy, and the lady just greeted us and exclaimed how pleasant we always are when we come through. Always are. As in: maybe we’re eating at the Chik-fil-A a little too much? Nah…..
A lot of mornings are Chikin kinds of mornings, as evidenced today when the lady in the window greeted us like long lost friends. Okay, maybe not long lost friends. But there I was, curled up against my guy, and the lady just greeted us and exclaimed how pleasant we always are when we come through. Always are. As in: maybe we’re eating at the Chik-fil-A a little too much? Nah…..I told Rex I bet she’ll also think it’s absolutely adorable when I show up as a cow on Cow Appreciation Day (this Friday - click the link!) because I am SO showing up as a cow on Cow Appreciation Day, much to his chagrin, I’m sure. You know, I have a feeling he may just put me in the passenger seat for the first time Friday. :)
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Your driving, I’ll be in the back of the truck dressed like a bail of hay…round bail.
July 9th, 2008 at 12:04 pmdude, you can’t! they’re illegal.
July 9th, 2008 at 12:13 pmYes, but you’ll be MY cow.
July 9th, 2008 at 8:39 pmgirl - don’t be eating too many of those chick-fil-a buscuits……..
July 10th, 2008 at 7:25 amYOu know, since you are out there in the country, you ought be to getting up with the roosters and having a bacon & egg breakfast.
Yeah, no joke, Barb. Trust me, we’re getting up with the roosters alright. (Though it’s not any earlier than I’d normally wake up, it’s far less “laying around the house like a slug in the morning” than it used to be) Now I just need to figure out how to get Rex up That Much Earlier to cook me that breakfast!
Marietta Diner or Tasty China next week? Wed, Thurs or Fri is all good for me (all these Olympics projects I’m working on should be gone by then). Let’s plan Wed so we have our necessary fallback days, eh? :)
July 10th, 2008 at 8:48 amShell, girl, I will *always* be your cow.
Were your ears ringing by chance last night? On the way home, Rex took me by a field that usually has tatonkas grazing in it, no joke! It was late and dark so we couldn’t tell if they were there (or if they were simply my cows), but I told him the story of driving through Wyoming with you and Keely and just wanting to see tatonkas and not seeing any, and wondered just how funny would it be if I sent you a photo of tatonkas grazing out in *the middle of Georgia* instead.
Oh there will be pictures. There will have to be. :)
July 10th, 2008 at 10:08 amdid you get your free food in your cow costume this morning?
July 11th, 2008 at 7:11 am