Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saigon
If this is Sunday, it must be Saigon Restaurant.
Dining Experience like no others, indeed.
My beloved number sixty-four.
My non-art-directed photo of number sixty-four.
My art-directed/Lu Ann photo of number sixty-four.
After Lunch, Shopping
After lunch, we went to Trader Joe's, which I despise. I'm not one of those people who have drunk the TJ's kool-aid and who have certain TJ products that I can't live without. (No, really, people like that exist. Take a gander at Chowhound's message boards.) I actually made it through Trader Joe's without killing anyone--or without snarking at anyone. The worst it got was when I strongly suggested to Dave that his comparison shopping could potentially lead me to have a Trader Joe's Meltdown. Oh, and I also wanted to steal a small child whose parent left her parked alone in a basket--more than once. She was really cute, like that little girl from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, and I really didn't want to keep her, I just wanted to borrow her for a bit and feed her a lot of sugar and have a conversation about whatever it is that three-year-olds are interested in. But I resisted the urge, thankyouverymuch.
After Shopping, Taxes, Then: More Shopping
Yes. In that order.
Dining Experience like no others, indeed.
My beloved number sixty-four.
My non-art-directed photo of number sixty-four.
My art-directed/Lu Ann photo of number sixty-four.
After Lunch, Shopping
After lunch, we went to Trader Joe's, which I despise. I'm not one of those people who have drunk the TJ's kool-aid and who have certain TJ products that I can't live without. (No, really, people like that exist. Take a gander at Chowhound's message boards.) I actually made it through Trader Joe's without killing anyone--or without snarking at anyone. The worst it got was when I strongly suggested to Dave that his comparison shopping could potentially lead me to have a Trader Joe's Meltdown. Oh, and I also wanted to steal a small child whose parent left her parked alone in a basket--more than once. She was really cute, like that little girl from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, and I really didn't want to keep her, I just wanted to borrow her for a bit and feed her a lot of sugar and have a conversation about whatever it is that three-year-olds are interested in. But I resisted the urge, thankyouverymuch.
After Shopping, Taxes, Then: More Shopping
Yes. In that order.
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