Saturday, February 14, 2015

Mistress’s Day



Note: I heard on the news this morning that the day before Valentine’s Day is called Mistress’s Day. Because that’s the day guys who cheat on their wives traditionally take their mistress out, since they have to deal with their wives on Valentine’s Day. I never heard of that before!

Sidebar: If your husband said he had to go bowling alone tonight, please do not mention my name when recounting this fact. I’m just reporting what I heard!!!

It was cold Friday morning (but not as cold as it’s gonna get, LOL!) I left early so I could stop at CVS and get more vitamins (I ran out yesterday). So, I got to work rather early. I used the time to pay some bills online (Friday was payday, you see).

I drove Vicky over to the Red Lobster on Plymouth Road to meet Michelle for lunch. Vicky and I both ordered the same thing: the lunch portion of the Shrimp Linguine Alfredo, with a Caesar salad and the cheddar biscuits. We’d talked about it earlier and agreed that was the basic best-ever Red Lobster lunch.

Michelle wanted to order the fish and chips. But, the fish was haddock, not cod. Again, this is something the two of us agreed on in the past: It ain’t fish and chips unless it’s cod!

“In cod we trust!”

So, she hesitated. But, she ordered it anyway, with a side of coleslaw. And then disappointed me by asking for ketchup instead of malt vinegar for her “chips.” Kids, these days…

But, she said it was good and I know my lunch was. When we finished I was stuffed (as always). I always have wondered just how much bigger the “dinner portion” would be and if I could actually finish that…

We violated my basic two rules about lunch: No more than one other person and absolutely no talking about work. But, I suppose it was cathartic, if not relaxing.

Back at work, the afternoon passed slowly.

Finally, it was 5:00 p.m. and I headed home. I treated the cat and changed clothes. Then I watched the news. When it ended at 7:00 p.m., I thought I should deal with dinner.

I do have another large serving of linguine with clams left over, but I wasn’t that hungry and was about “linguine-d” out. So, I made a can of Campbell’s Bean and Bacon soup and ate that with crackers.

I couldn’t find anything that interesting on TV, didn’t want to invest my time in a movie or felt like reading, so I turned on the Ancient Alien show (I think it’s on the History channel.) It’s mostly bullshit, but kinda engaging.

Note: I think 99% of it is crap. Are there Yetis roaming the Himalayans or Sasquatches in the Pacific Northwest? No. Screw photographs or footprints. If there were a living, breeding colony, why don’t we find skeletons when they die?

Do I believe they ever existed? Sure. That’s how all the legends started. Just like dinosaurs became “dragons.”

Or, did it take aliens to make Stonehenge (aligned to the solstice) or the great pyramids? Nope. Just folks a lot more clever than we give them credit for.

Atlantis? Don’t get me started. Sure the Greeks wrote about it: an island that was destroyed by volcanic activity. I’ll buy that. Happens all the time (geologically speaking). But, inhabited by gods or aliens or whoever that totally changed the world?

I doubt it.

The only crack in my native skepticism is the damn Nazca lines in Peru. Why in the hell in 400 AD did primitive people spent all that time and energy carving out huge stylized hummingbirds, spiders, monkeys, fish, sharks, orcas, and lizards that can only be seen or recognized up in the air? And, how did they know they looked right if they couldn’t check, up in the air?

How the f*ck did they get up in the air???

That’s weird…

Anyway, once I started dozing, I shut the TV off and went to bed.

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