I am slurping down some coffee and heading out the door to go pick up Teddy who is waiting for me at exit 39 at a Cracker Barrel Old Country Store and Restaurant of all things. Am I actually gonna stoop to actually going IN to an actual Cracker Barrel ? Last time I was in one, in Ft Myers, they herded us through the giftte shoppe while we waited for our name to be called. Unfortunately for me two busses of old people in their teddy bear matching sweatshirts had arrived while I was crossing the parking lot so I was way back behind them all. In the giftte shoppe there was a nicely dressed middle aged black woman caressing a 24" doll dressed as an angel- a black angel. You would have thought it was long lost child the way she was crooning over the stoopid thing. I waited around for about half an hour and the giftte shoppe crowd wasn't moving at all, and I was getting real sick of hearing how 'precious' all the bunnies and duckies were to the bus folk.- and I was all by myself so I left and went back to the motel where I ate dinner from the vending machine- those bright orange cheese crackers and a Popsicle, also orange in spite of the Popsicle-picture I choose being red.
I was mad because I figured in my own mind that Cracker Barrel must influence the vending company to only supply ORANGE AND BROWN food. Haven't been back to one since. Or to a Comfort Inn (also orange).
Also received convoluted message from Max as to how to actually enter her new studio- involves some things that I think she read in that awful Don Brown book, The DaVinci Code. SDomeday ask me why I hated this book. I have to pick up about 10 collages she retrieved for me from the diner/gallery up in New Hampshire because I was too lazy to drive up there. One tiny piece sold but that wasn't even chump change.
I did manage to stop into the Classic Elite factory store and got these two little things- 
Amanda gave me a dozen fresh eggs from her farm co-op the other day- we have eaten them all because they taste so good. I have to get back to my regular non-freah eggs so I don't eat so many, especially now that I am duly enrolled in Curves again. See all the happy women? Well they didn't bring the photographer to my Curves because they woulda seen me in a Bad Mood hopping up and down in place. I had a brilliant idea last night as I was mulling over why I hate this place- it's because it is poorly designed and decorated! I have a fantasy of the Sandy-Who-Owns-It letting me FIX it up for her- take down all the tacky messages straight from the computer, get a cohesive color scheme, paint over the ugly stick figures someone painted on the walls, but most important, arranging the damn machines in a real circuit rather than in a kidney shape. Oh, I have ideas... too bad I can't put this effort into actually getting back into the size 10's.
8:30, time to hit the road for today's adventures, and I have to get to the bank and the gas station before I even see the Turnpike. Later.
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