I thought my pleo died.
But I revived it.
It's a good thing I took that CPR class, huh?
Me, disgruntled working-christmas-eve-secretary in White Settlement: Unclaimed Freight, this is Kristina. How can I help you?
Misty, even more disgruntled secretary in Haltom City: Hey Kristina. It's Misty. Do you guys have any people over there?
Me: No. Well, we have a young family of four but they just left. But, besides them, we haven't had any customers in a few hours.
Misty: SHEESH! You've had the most customers of everybody! I've called the other stores and they haven't had anybody since 11.
Misty: I really don't know how it's worth it to stay open and pay all the employees just to sit here.
Misty: I hear your other line ringing. K. Bye.
Me: Unclaimed Freight, this is Kristina. How can I help you?
Bill, owner of the company and human cattle prod of all salesmen: Hey
Me: Hi Bill.
Bill: What are y'all doing over there?
Me: Still the same. $3739.
Bill: Is that the number? How many people you got in there?
Me: None. It's dead.
Bill: What!? All the other stores are swamped. Y'all need to start selling! K Bye.
Who would you believe? My money is on Misty.
But I have this.
I don't have a big house or a good job or sane people in my family, but I have a spectacularly ugly christmas tree.
And I love it. I love how all the red ornaments are different, clashing shades. I love how there are at least five or six different styles (rustic, sophisticated, classic, chunky, spindly, etc.) of ornaments. I love that there are memento ornaments that hold memories and meaning that hide in our attic 11 months out of the year only to be rediscovered every December. I just love it.
So, this past weekend I inherited a candy dish strikingly similar to the ones my grandmother used to have. She always kept one of them stocked with jelly beans - my favorite childhood treat. So, naturally, I went looking for jelly beans this morning.
I went to Walmart. Hmmmm... I can't find jelly beans. But, it's Halloween, for cryin' out loud! Shouldn't there be an entire aisle devoted to candy?!?! Oh, there is the aisle clearly marked "CANDY". Hmmm... No jelly beans here either. There isn't even a bag of small, kid-sized packets of jelly beans - which I would have gladly taken and carefully emptied each fun-sized bag. Alas, I will have to try CVS.
CVS is always a home run for candy. They have every kind all year round, as if the CEO has a penchant for Halloween and a really long belt. Hmmmm... But I don't see jelly beans here either!
What evil force has hidden all the jelly beans?!?!
A walk halfway to the ocean before giving up and walking back to the inn to rest.
Followed by an out-of-practice parallel parking job.
Followed by possibly the best appetizer known to man:
Duck Ravioli with an Orange Beurre Blanc Sauce. W O W.
For our entres I had bluenose sea bass and Joe had steak with chimichurri sauce. They were good.
For dessert I met a new best friend: Creme Brule (sp?). So yummy.
Followed by a successful drive to the beach.