Seriously, where does the time go? March is sure to be a busy month, and a kick-off to a busy season here at the Porthole Court Assisted Living complex. I hung our itty-bitty St. Patrick's Day garden flag this AM. It will only be a few days until some hideous flag is waving from my front porch, and that flag will be company for the more hideous wreath that's sure to magically appear on my front door. I need to take a "who cares" pill, I just can't seem to get my doctor to admit that one exists.
It was a great day here on the beach, especially if you only walked out on my back porch. The thermometer read 67 so I threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt and was ready to head out for our now routine Sunday morning breakfast with the fam. If you've ever spent any time here, you know that our house exists on two different weather planes -- I swear, the back of our house was experiencing lovely Spring weather! The FRONT of our house was WINDY & FREEZING and I was very unhappy knowing that I didn't grab a coat on my way out. So now, at 5:00 in the afternoon, we have all the windows on the back of the house open and I am loving the fresh air. Open a front window and I'd need a parka and a hat. And maybe some gloves.
And speaking of weird weather, is anyone else having trouble with having static in your hair? UGH! It makes me want to scream! I thought it was created by wearing fleece, so I stopped wearing any kind of fleece. Then I thought it was the heat blowing down on me so I no longer sit near the vent. Or was it the lack of hair conditioner --nothing is working and it is just ANNOYING.
On a non-static related note, I went to Harris Teeter today to do my grocery shopping. I love Harris Teeter. LOVE love. Not just LIKE love. For some reason they have stopped carrying Krispy Kreme's little powdered donuts. Sounds weird, I know. Normally I wouldn't care, but the husband likes to share a late night snack with the dog each night and these are the donuts they prefer (don't ask). Anyway, each time you check out the cashier always asks, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" and usually I say that I did, even if I didn't. A few months ago, I started to tell each cashier about the missing donuts and they all looked at me like I was nuts. Today I asked the manager, because this is not only going on for months, but it's also happening at Food Lion! He told me that they had stopped production. HOW DO YOU STOP MAKING POWDERED DONUTS? It's just weird! Luckily, I am not a fan of the sticky, messy little treat - but my husband and dog are quite disappointed.
Funny story - the dog comes into bed one night and I say to Chip, "Um, was the dog eating powdered donuts?" to which he replies, "No, but I think he has a cocaine problem."
Everyone is a comedian around here.
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