Friday, May 25, 2007

Flip Flops on a Pregnant Body...

...aren't a good idea.

Eric's been out of town all week, and he's coming home in a few hours. (Joy! Delight! My sweetheart! Someone to stack the dishwasher!)

The girls and I had some errands to run this morning. "This morning" stretched to almost 1:30, and I'm exhausted. I blame the flip flops.

Who can resist the appealing 2-pairs-for-5-dollars flip flops in a veritable rainbow of colors at Old Navy? Not I. So I bought them (last summer) and I wear them. A lot.

I'm paying for it.

Naturally the "errands" took longer than anticipated. I should have known, really. Our first stop was Kohl's, so that Maggie could use her birthday gift cards to update her wardrobe.

Do you really want to know the tedium of shopping-in-the-juniors-department-for-just-the-right-something? I didn't think so.

Next stop: Toys R Us. Definitely on my "Top Ten" list for "Places not very far removed from hell itself."

Then, on to Wild Oats, where we were rewarded with huge half-cookies in the sample container. We're talking huge! Cookie samples are usually the size of half my pinkie. These were Wild Oats mongo-cookies, cut in half.

Among the three of us, we ate five dollars' worth of free cookies.

Wild Oats was a must-stop, though, because I had to buy dried cranberries that didn't have crap added to them. Eric, of course, needs a nice, home-cooked dinner tonight, and as luck would have it, Cheryl Klein posted a wonderful recipe for Curried Couscous Salad With Dried Cranberries on her blog this morning. You should see it, resting in its glass bowl in the fridge. It's an incredibly beautiful salad. And Eric adores curry.

Our last stop was Publix, and by then I was absolutely languishing, despite the organic hummus I snarfed whilst driving. And now I can hardly keep my eyes open.

That, and my feet hurt. And when my feet hurt, all of me hurts.

It's the dang flip flops.

I need to talk Eric into buying me a pair of Birkenstocks, don't you think? Especially after I've gone through all the trouble of making him the couscous salad.

So I'm off to take a little snooze. Eric won't appreciate being greeted at the back door by a pregnant zombie.

Have an awesome weekend (Memorial or otherwise)!


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6of my readers are feeling chatty:

At 3:35 PM, Anonymous debz said...

YES!
Two thumbs and two big toes up for Birkies!! I am living in mine these days.
That salad sounds wonderful.

Blessings!

 
At 7:48 PM, Blogger Jamie said...

I'm going to try that salad. But make it Crocs!(the real ones, not the cheap imitations)

 
At 3:52 PM, Blogger Nikki said...

I was going to say Crocs also Jamie! Only I think a really bright color. Either hot pink or orange would suit Jill! :-)

 
At 4:38 PM, Blogger Jillian said...

Hot pink or orange???

!!!

Well, I just got a YELLOW AND LIGHT BLUE pair! LOL

 
At 4:14 PM, Anonymous Stacy said...

The first thing I thought, also, was Crocs! I just spent a weekend in 105-degree heat with them, and my feet didn't swell once!
Hope your feet are feeling better and you got some rest.

 
At 4:47 PM, Blogger Troy and Becky said...

Honey girl! You need some Birkenstocks or some Danskos....both are wonderful...even if you aren't preggo.

A great place to check is www.sierratradingpost.com

How was the couscous? It sounded really good.

 

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