my sweet hubby's seminar...

So today My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I had things to do in Ft. Worth. We left at 8:15 a.m. for Costco. (Discovered if you get there at 9:50, sometimes they open up early! That was a nice surprise.) We’d already gone through a carwash in MSH’s truck and filled up his tank with gas.

Costco (and Sam’s, for that matter) always amazes me. You can be up front—near the cashiers—and there’re no lines. Two minutes later? TWO MINUTES? Every person in the store is now checking out AT THE SAME TIME. Sheesh.

We went from there to a meeting that lasted about an hour and a half. It included lunch. Which was tres nice. Then we made a run by the Apple store. I needed to pick up a new charging cord. (I get the 6-ft cord. Long story.) I haven’t had mine for even a year. It stopped working a few days ago. I can’t even continue this discussion. It makes me NUTS. That store makes me EVEN NUTTIER. (The guy that helped me? I truly never knew if he was talking to me or someone on his ear-piece. I chose to look everywhere but at him while he printed my receipt. I’m old. I can’t handle a lot of confusion.)

Then we went to Wally World in Weatherford. For 30 minutes of last-minute items we needed that we couldn’t get at Costco.

Got home around 3:30. Pooped. Cause we is old.

I’ve not mentioned lately that I’ve lost 44.4 pounds. FORTY-FOUR POINT FOUR pounds! On Weight Watchers! I’ve actually hit my goal and will be a “Lifetime” member in January. I. AM. PSYCHED. They very recently changed the Smart Points program to a program called Freestyle. I’m adjusting. It shouldn’t be such a big deal.  I’m slowly adjusting. Sigh. I’m not big on change.

After we unloaded MSH’s truck, I decided I was going to make me a very, VERY low-point dinner. A lot of veggies and legumes are now “zero” points. In WWs’ terms? That’s big. Huge, in fact. I got out a can of Progresso Light Chicken Noodle soup. Which I think is YUMMY. A can of chickpeas. A can of low-sodium pinto beans. A can of corn. And a can of peas. (I thought the peas were going to be zero—turns out they were 2 for ½ cup. I’m so sorry to bore Y’all with these details.) I then found one of MSH’s sauce pans to combine all of these together—knowing it’d be at least three meals for me. If not four.

Now here’s a little tidbit of minutia for Y’all: I cannot use MSH’s electric can opener. I simply cannot figure out how to work it. You actually hold it in your hand while it opens the can. Makes a lovely “cut” that allows you to keep the lid and use it again. (WTH happened to the electric can openers of days gone by??? They were a piece of cake.)

I tried to learn how to operate it when he purchased this annoying-kitchen-thingy several years ago. I failed. Over and over. Proceeded to buy myself a Kitchen Aid can opener that is just that: ONLY A CAN OPENER. Not electric. Not fancy. Old-fashioned. I adore it.

As MSH watched me begin to open all of the cans, he said: “Could I get my can opener out and do that for you?”

Yes. That was nice. Because he’s nice. A LOT. However, I felt I needed to make my (on-going) point that I don’t need his stinkin’ weird can opener. I said I appreciated his thoughtfulness, but I was good.

His reply:

“You know, you’re invited to my Electric Can Opener Seminar. It’s next week. Tuesday. It won’t last long. Promise. Try to come!”

I, unfortunately, cannot attend. Darnitall. Maybe he’ll have another one down the road. Winky. Wink.

Happy Friday! Happy Weekend, Silly Friends Everywhere! (Try not to eat a lot of food from cans.)

smooch,

ELC