We were at the cinema earlier because the plan was to take in the 3:40 The Bank Job starring my ever-hunky boyfriend, Jason Statham, but we didn’t stay because it was only being shown in the VIP rooms. You know those VIP rooms, right? The Very Increased Priced rooms that cost you $16.95 each ticket. Oh, c’mon, you heard about them! I know you all have.
They are plush, luxury cinema rooms with leather reclining Burka louge chairs that’s spaced out from the other patrons around you, chair side service, and the best feature of all - you have to be 19 to get in, so you’re paying for a much quieter experience sans brats and babies. That last feature is almost worth it to me. 
But, we didn’t stay because Joe couldn’t bare the idea of me drooling in my $16.95 seat for 90 minutes over a man I lust after more than him, so we went shoe shopping instead. Oh, not for me, kids, for Joe. See, my husband has this thing about buying shoes and clothes for himself. He can’t make up his mind about anything to start with so imagine when he needs something and comes across two differing choices. It’s painful for me to watch. I have to look away. Mostly I walk away and force him to decide.
If I’m there, I will be asked which I like till I snap and grab what I like and run for the till before he can argue me out of my choice. Seriously, I never go shopping with him. Ever. It’s like that at the grocery store too, but since we need food to live… I put up with it. And yet, every time I turn my back on him at a food store, junk food magically appears in our hand basket. He’s never indecisive when it comes to shitty food, let me tell you.
I recently let him agonise over a slice cheese selection at one grocery store as payback. No word of a lie, it took him close to three minutes of us standing there (well, I was leaning on a display because I knew this wasn’t going to be a fast process for him) to decide. He went back and forth, like there was much difference! 
Anyway, because the store was closing soon, I used my gentle touch and steered him towards some black runners that has some awesome technology and materials designed specifically to wick sweat and moisture away from the skin and out of the shoe into the open air, and we bought some socks for the both of us that are designed to prevent bacteria and fungus growing on our feet and in our socks and shoes so there won’t be any cheese feet for us. We stand on our feet all day long, and as anyone who has worked on their feet 9 hours a day will tell you, it isn’t pleasant. And that’s before Joe has to take his shoes off at customers’ homes on service calls. I’m sure he’s killed some house plants and given a few pets brain damage after they get a whiff of his tootsies. Hee.
After we shoe shopped, we had a few minutes to spare so we drove over to the new Solutions, an organisational store, that opened up on Monday to pick up a few kitchen items that I have been thinking about this week. I got a cute saddle (seen on pg. 15 of the online catalogue) that hangs over the middle of our two kitchen sinks to hold scrubbies, but I just realised they make an awesome holder for those annoying sink plugs that get in the way and end up buried under the dishes after I have done a lot of baking and cooking. Have you ever tried to locate them and couldn’t? Have you ever tried to rinse out your sinks and they keep falling off the counter and back into their holes while you’re scouring? It drives me ape shit. Seriously, I have thrown them across the room and sworn at them because they are so freakin’ pesty.
Anyway, enough of this shopping talk. On to what I baked this weekend: 24 cupcakes made from a lemon cake mix with shredded zucchini and crushed up pistachios in them topped with desert whip piped out into fancy florets, and some mini cheesecakes in muffin liners with finely ground chocolate waffer cookie crumb bottoms. They are chilling in the fridge right now. Can’t wait to eat those later! And for lunch I made my favourite pasta dish, Penne Otrolano, made with rotini instead (because that’s all I had on hand), cut up zucchini, eggplant, orange and yellow bell peppers, chiffonade basil and sectioned grape tomatoes in hybrid veggy-olive oil, topped with finely grated parmasen cheese. Yum!
We’re tired now so we’re gonna try to sneak a nap before Joe heads We headed back to work so Joe could finish up some work leftover from yesterday and so I could finally have some quality jewellery making time. I left my kit at work and didn’t realise it because I just wanted to get the hell out of the store when we closed last night.
Yesterday at work was absolutely mental. If I got one more call about a wireless router set up I thought I was going to cry or pitch myself off the shortest pier. It’s really, really hard to talk someone through setting up a wireless network in their home when they, A) won’t let you talk or explain something to them, and B) keep trying to use the shitty manual and software set up wizard while I’m trying to we walk them through the steps. It’s just easier and less of a headache to dispatch Joe to do it onsite. It takes him less than five mintues to do it from start to finish whereas talking to these people takes up to 20 mintues over the phone. I was verging on a migraine by noon yesterday. Oy ve.
Okay, is this a sufficient post for you, Goddess?
I should explain a bit for those of you who don’t know much about him because I try to keep his condition private and to respect his body and mental state. My nephew was diagnosed with Crohns at the tender age of 9. He’s now 23, and he’s fought long and hard over the years to avoid this very operation.
