We did a whole lot of this today: hanging out, laying low, and napping in a messy house. Last night we went to a birthday party bbq so we sort of deserved a full day of nothing much. Even in the most uneventful day, there were plenty of events. The dog got into a scuffle with like 12 other dogs, but somehow got the blame for a bite at the dog park. Did she really do it? I don’t think so, my baby doesn’t bite – she punches faces and stomps on jerks… which is of course very different.
Being on vacation and all, I thought that we should at least be eating really well at home since we’re not actually going anywhere. I ran on over to the cheapest grocery store in town and found lobsters for $7.99 per pound that they will steam for you. Unfortunately, I had just woken up from a nap and in a sleepy fog got really confused about how big the lobsters should be… 2 pounds or 3 pounds? How many pounds of lobsters do people like us eat? We eat more than the average bears. I ended up getting 3 pounders and then when the check out lady asked me if it was a special occasion, my tired self was just like: “no… I just felt like eating lobster.” I didn’t even realize how snobby that sounded until I got home, but in my defense… I was Hungry and Tired and I meant to buy much smaller lobsters, in fact, I should have been buying hot dogs or something.
So not too far into our vacation and so far I am a pretentious snob with a vicious attack dog.