Here are a few new things that I've tried or that have happened of late:
I'd seen it forever ago on the Food Network. Bubble Tea is a big thing in Japan, (for LEM: Ja PAN!!) and I'm sure other places, but hey, this is fuckin' Ohio and it takes a while for new fads to hit our shores sometimes. Honestly, I can remember thinkin' that's probably not for me. It's flavored tea with tapioca balls (yep, I said tapioca balls) which settle on the bottom. Apparently you can even get a Bubble Smoothie made with your choice of flavors and froyo.
I chose the traditional tea. I selected honey as my flavor (yeah, I wasn't very adventurous in my pickin's, but I thought pickin' a combination I liked would be the best jumping off point).
...Yeah, I didn't think you could see the gelatinous orbs corralled on the bottom of my drink either...
They were like having extra squishy gummy bears in your drink. If that sounds appealing to you, you'll probably like it. If not, at some point you'll probably end up using them as big, fun spit balls, as I eventually did, much to Double D's dismay and horror.
...Through the car window onto the pavement. Kkkkkkklassy, no? Scads of fun? YES!
One evening as Double D and I were hanging out before dinner, I mentioned that I had a project for his To-Do List. The upstairs bathroom light which I had grown to hate. HATE! Was down to two working bulbs. Back when the first bulb in the ol' school hollywood light strip went out I had decided that I was not replacing bulbs, but that the fixture itself would be changed. ...So I say, so it shall be!!... I had owned the new fixture for several, several months and these bulbs were my line in the sand. Enough was efuckin'nuff. I didn't mention any specific time frame for this project, other than that there were only 2 bulbs working and it needed to be done before we ended up brushing our teeth in the dark.
As I started dinner, (some craptastic hodge podge of nourishment of epic proportions, I'm sure.), I heard Double D head up stairs and the tinkering began!
...Let there be light!!!
I patched and painted.
-Met The Ex
I've dated divorced guys before. And certainly even previous other never married guys have had ex's. But for the first time ever I had to meet the ex-wife. I must admit, I was minorly nervous. Not like scared outta my mind, but kind of, 'well, this is new'... Double D's youngest and only girl turned 18 that day and we were attending her birthday party while she was home from college at her mom's house.
No chance for awkward there...
I'm happy to report all was perfectly fine. She was polite and welcoming of me into her home. We had a nice chat about their kids and how I'd had the pleasure of meeting them all and that they are great kids. I told her I knew that no matter what the circumstance, having parents dating is difficult on kids, even mostly grown ass kids. (I left the "grown ass" part out. Look at me showing restraint and being appropriate!!) And that they had been nuthin' but respectful and polite and that I felt that was a sign of good parenting. I know how easy it is to be a brat of a child in those situations, which is not the sign of poor parenting on my folks parts. Trust me, I was waaaaay more of a hand full and force to be reckoned with, as a singleton, than the Octomom has to deal with with her cumulative 14.
At some point Ex/Mom was taking pictures of the festivities and said, "you two get together and I'll take your picture." As soon as those words popped outta her mouth I knew what that scoop was about. I know that pic is being pulled up and shown each time she's recounted the story of Double D's new girlie comin' for a visit. I know because even in the split second that this took place, I realized that I'd have done the exxxxact same fuckin' thing.
And ya know, I gotta respect that. You go girl! Wait. Did I just say "you go girl"? Ugh. Er, I mean, props toots, props.
After a very pretty DQ ice cream cake, Double D, his now legal (she bought a lottery ticket that day, and was carded for it) daughter and I set off to return her to campus about 2 hours away.
-The Case of the Basket
On our journey I spied sumthin' I knew existed, but had never actually laid my peepers on, behold:
The Longaberger Basket building. 7 stories tall. Just in the middle of nuthin'. Fields and farmland and then boom! Big ass basket. I've heard that a small plane can fly under the handle. So there's that. Way to keep it interesting Ohio!
The sun came up today. Ok, not reeeeally, it's pretty fuckin' cloudy and gray, honestly, but my peepers did pop open today so I'm hopin' for sumthin' new to present itself, but you're pretty much caught up for now.
Happy Damn Thursday to you! You may now resume your day.