A Daytime Date

Mr. Moon asked me today if I would take him to pick up a car in Tallahassee. He said, "We could get lunch." 
I thought about the prospect and said, "Why not?" 
And so we did just that. On our way to the area of town we were heading to in order to pick up the car, he even filled my tank with gas at the Costco. At first I said, "Oh, you don't need to do that." And he said, "But I'd like to," and I said, "You know what? That would be so nice."

And it was. We decided to go to a restaurant we used to eat at every Friday night. Every Friday night of our lives. And we never had a bad meal there. We always sat at the bar so we could watch the chefs doing their ballet involving pans and fire and food and plates and we could also chat with the servers waiting to pick up their orders. But our lives are different now and we stay home on Friday nights, as you all know, and I like that fine but I do like to eat something I haven't cooked, especially if the food is better than something I could make and Kool Beanz, named ignominiously and probably ironically, has that. Food better than I make. 

It took forever to get our lunches. When we got there, the restaurant was packed but by the time our food arrived, it looked like that. At one point in our wait I told Glen that I was ready to go to Whataburger which is just a few doors down. But we waited and by golly, it was worth the wait. I got a Kung Pao salmon dish with peanuts, broccolini, and ginger rice. 
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
Glen got a shrimp thing and it was okay but we agreed that the salmon was superior. 

A long time ago, when we lived on Short Street and Jessie was just a little kid, she was practically married to the little boy next door. His family was way less strict than I was when it came to the kinds of food in the house and Jessie related to me a story the other day about how she and Lewis, her almost-husband, would sit in Lewis's dad's big chair, kick back, eat Cheez-Its, play footsie and watch TV. 
"Man, that was the best marriage ever!" I said. She agreed that it had been pretty sweet. 
Anyway, Lewis was over at our house one time and we were talking about biscuits. "I hog them down!" Lewis said, and that has been one of my favorite sayings ever since. After our lunch today, I looked at my embarrassingly clean plate and said, "I hogged that down."
Mr. Moon did not disagree. 

After lunch we did go pick up the car or at least I dropped him off where the car was so he could pick it up. The woman who is selling it was a hoot and sort of fascinated me so I stuck around for a little while as she unloaded the car. Then I went to...YOU GUESSED IT!...Costco and Publix. Why, why, why? Costco was crazy, of course. But I needed butter and eggs and they have really good butter and eggs and at a ridiculously low price. I also picked up some frozen blueberries and cherries for Mr. Moon's pre-workout smoothies which I make him because I am the best wife in the world. 
That's a lie but whatever. While I was there, wheeling that giant cart around, I felt like I was in a game of Pac Man, everyone almost hitting each other but not quite, and when I had successfully self-checked out and had not hit or been hit by another cart, I felt rather smug. 
No I didn't. I felt vastly relieved and got out of there as fast I could. 
I am just telling one lie after another, aren't I?

Nah. Just a little poetic license to make things more interesting but at least I admit it when I do it. 

Here's some really big news: 

Camellia season has begun! 

That is the Yuletide Camellia Sasanqua and it is one of my favorites. 

I have been calling this a Pink Perfection forever but I think that I've been wrong and that it is actually, an Otome Pink Camellia. Whatever it is, it is definitely pink and it is definitely pretty darn perfect. 

Here's another perfect thing. Or two perfect things, to be exact. 

Brothers. Out hiking with their mama. 

Love...Ms. Moon