The Going Home Chronicles: part I

In trying to keep this whole thing 'light,' I am going to write/blog about all the wonderful "adventures" I have in PA. Ok, maybe not all of them. Maybe not even half of them. But a few.

So today after hangin' at the gym, aka laying down in the sauna and pretending to be somewhere tropical, I was craving a salad. Random craving, I know, but I just wanted some leafy greens. I haven't really taken inventory of what we have in the kitchen, but I didn't think we would have ingredients for a leafy green salad. So I went my way to this new ridiculousness of a place called Salad Works thinking I could get a salad. Well, after driving around trying to find a parking space and finally parking in another bank's lot, I walk into the place, check out the menu, and walk right out. It was like 9 bucks for a salad. Ridiculous. Not even in New York. For 9 bucks I could have went to the grocery store, bought a week's worth of greens, and been on my way. Whatever. At this point I was like, forget the salad, I am not backtracking to the grocery store.

So I get home and have a juicy gala apple instead of my greens I wanted.

Great story, right? It's not over.

I crashed taking a nap today and when I woke, preceded downstairs because alas I was hungry and it happened to be time to eat according to the rules of meals such as dinner being around the hours of 5 and after. I creep into the kitchen and get some ingredients out to throw together some bean tacos-because it's one of 3 things I know how to make-and as I go to the sink to rinse out the can of beans, I look and guess what I see? A bowl of salad. Where the heck was that earlier when I needed it? I stuck a fork right in there and had at it.

Isn't it ironic how the thing you want may not be there when you desire it to be, yet somehow it always shows up, or was actually there all along? craziness.