Wild Wednesday Night

It’s official. Shlomo and I are the two most boring people I know. It’s just Wednesday, but it has been a hectic week. He had a dinner on Monday night for work. I met a friend for dinner and then proceeded to try on every pair of jeans in Saks Fifth Avenue. And by the way, when did it become okay to charge so much for a pair of jeans? And, when did I decide it was okay to pay it? Oh yeah, I think it was the minute that my friend and the salesguy were agreeing how good they made my butt look.

Then, last night we were at the Temple as a couple of our friends were honored as Congregants of the Year. It was a great honor for them, but a very long evening. Here’s the deal. By the time you have done enough to be Congregant of the Year, it takes way too much time to tell about all you have done. They both have amazing accomplishments. I am glad we were there. I was thrilled to be part of the evening. I would have been more thrilled had I been able to eat more of the meal than just potatoes and vegetables. I don’t eat beef so the brisket was out. And, I am allergic to cranberries which were added to the salad. But, Whataburger did provide a nice Whatachicken on the way home.

So tonight…our first free night…what did we do? We went to our local shopping horror…I mean mall…to see the tailor to have my jeans and some of Shlomo’s pants hemmed. Then, we stuffed our face with some of the best seafood (crab cocktail and fried shrimp) I have ever had. Now, I am pounding away on my laptop and Shlomo is continuing his obsession with Spider Solitaire. I guess it does beat the fights we used to have over Rummy or Uno each night. It is calmer since we gave that up.

So, anyway, I guess I am going to have to find something for us to mix it up. I think our matching laptops might be the end of conversation. I guess I could pick a fight, but I usually leave that to Shlomo. Go ahead, Shlomo. Post your comment. I know you think nothing is ever your fault. You are wrong. Love you.