Today I went to the commissary. Mainly because I was bored, but I also did need a few things. Well I wound up spending copious amounts of money on items that aren't necessary- yet. No worries, thankfully they are all things that won't go bad anytime soon. You see the things that I purchased were goodies for my hubby!! "So what his return is still (at least) two weeks out?" is what I told myself. I'm excited, SO SUE ME! :)
Other than that I just a busy day: Hit the pool first with my sister and nephew. I have to get the tan just right for the homecoming (not to dwell on that or anything). Then the gym, then the commissary. Now I'm just relaxing. I'm trying to talk myself out of some popcorn... :( you see I LOVE popcorn. It's my favorite. But with my weight loss goal for the next 2.5 weeks I really need to cut my night-time snacks out.
Does it bother anyone else that the commercials are entirely TOO loud on FX, while the programs are very quiet? So you BLARE the sound just to hear the dialogue of the show/movies then you're deafened by the commercials!!
PS: Old-crotchetey people bug me! Here I am minding my own business trying to leave the commissary, I enter the check-out line and was called to an aisle close by the entrance. I start unpacking my cart and cue "Mr. Old-and-crotchetey": "You know there was a line back there, Ma'am?" as he points to the opposite direction from where I entered the check-out line. "Huh?" I intelligently respond. To which he says "There was a line back there (pointing again) and you just helped yourself to this open aisle." "Ummm, Sir the line starts at this end and now you're headed to the next aisle. No harm. No Foul." I say. Cue more crotchetey behavior that I have since blocked from my memory. I think I finally just said "Ok, Sir." And went on about unpacking my cart...