I lie. Yep, as honest as I am, it's true. (Would I lie to you? Well...)
So, today after work I went grocery shopping with good intentions. (And did I mention that along with Saturday's crab feed, there was also mass consumption at The Cheesecake Factory on Sunday night? Including white chocolate raspberry cheesecake, which was awesome!) The intentions were to make the Weight Watcher's 0 point vegetable soup. The reality is that I bought all the ingredients, but was so overwhelmingly hungry by the time I got home that I ate crap instead of washing, chopping and cooking vegetables. (Tomorrow...yeah...tomorrow I'll make the soup...)
And when the collective "they" tell you it's a bad idea to shop while hungry, "they" are not kidding. Somehow, and I don't know how...some Hershey's Cacao Reserve ended up in my basket along with 2 little tiny containers (yeah, tell me how there are 4 servings in those things) of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. What a mystery!
Anyway, after I checked out and stupidly told the bag boy that I did not need assistance (that is always my reaction, though really, I could have used his help this time), I hauled my 4 heavy bags of produce (and frozen treats and chocolatey goodness) to my car in the rain. As I'm trying to balance the bags as I open the hatchback of my car (because I was determined that I didn't need the cart past the exit door of the supermarket), a car pulls up behind me and someone says, "Excuse me." I expect this to be someone from out of town looking for directions or something. Nope, it's some guy hitting on me. He said he'd noticed me in the store and thought I was cute, and wanted to know if I had a boyfriend. I had no attraction to this guy whatsoever (he did nothing for me physically, and I hate to sound shallow, but I believe there has to be some seed of attraction), and baldly lied to him without thinking, as "yes" just popped right out of my mouth.
And therefore I am going to hell. And hopefully have not doomed myself to continue my perpetual singlehood by lying about it. I am flattered that he approached me, though kind of wonder why he didn't say anything to me in the store, before I was struggling with my bags in the parking lot. Maybe he figured that if he was encased in the safety of his car, he could make a quick getaway without fear of running into me again? I don't know. I'm not one to talk, being the absolute wimp that I am.
Anyway, tomorrow is makeover night on Beauty and the Geek, which I have been completely sucked into. It's nothing like what I had expected, and I am pleasantly pleased. So, since I caught the premiere episode, I have been addicted. And that is my scheduled exitement for tomorrow. That, and I'm going to find something to crochet while I watch. (And hopefully have made the soup by then!)