Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday night I went to a Tupperware party. I know, I know, those of you who are paying attention are wondering how on Earth I drove there with the Vertigo. Right? First of all, by the late afternoon I was feeling back to normal. Second of all, it was close to the house. As in, five minutes away. I went there with intentions of getting one thing that I had in mind, and ended up ordering two completely different things. Now in my defense, I didn't get hornswaggled or anything. My father-in-law likes to stop by around the time we are eating supper, and peruse the kitchen. Think eagle circling a field mouse, trying to see if it looks juicy enough for the kill. He will then wait to see if I am going to try and talk him into some supper, which he will then, in turn, take some in my nice, Zip-lock containers from Sam's, with the screw-on lids, and I will NEVER see said containers again. So, I treated myself to some top-of-the-line ones with lids that can go into the microwave. A whole set. Say goodbye to spaghetti all over the place. Can I get an AMEN! Oh, and THESE containers, the poly-carbonate-never-staining-shoot-with-a-gun-bulletproof-drive-over-with-a-jacked-up-jeep-over-priced beauties? Are NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE. Ever.