Sundays are the lazy, I don't feel like doing anything, I just want to watch SpongeBob all day, days. This includes the waking up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and ordering in food because you just want to stay in your boxers, on the couch, and avoid daylight altogether. Making anything is out of the question. If you're lucky enough to have a significant other share these moments with you, then you may throw "what do you want to do?" "I don't know, what do you want to do?" Nothing really." back and forth a few times. Welcome to my lovely day today. I wanted to blog about this because some interesting things occurred, and I didn't really realize it until later on at night. For starters, my breakfast consisted of Cajun style boiled peanuts, code red mountain dew, and mozzarella sticks. I finished it off with some left over tuna fish I made the day before. Satisfied, I designed more pages of my website to be, then laid back awhile to give my cat attention. Ok, so awhile turned into a couple hours, flipping channels back and forth between Transformers and Zombieland. A call comes in on the cell. It's time to visit a family member in the hospital. Not a life threatening situation, but it's a still a hospital; far from the Ritz. By the way, I found this interesting. Walking out of Florida Regional, I noticed paintings and pictures for sale, hanging on the walls near the lobby. I think health care is getting desperate for money. I remember seeing some of the $50 to $80 paintings at Wal-Mart and Marshalls for around $10 to $20. That's a hell of a markup. I'm in the wrong business. I think their miniature grand piano was for sale too. This just isn't something you see every day. I can sorta understand a gift shop inside a hospital, but an art gallery? Very creative I guess? Anyways, dinner consisted of French fries from McDonalds and a whopper from Burger King. I hate Burger King fries and I hate McDonald’s burgers. Honestly, I hate fast food period, but again, it's Sunday and I wasn't cooking. Oh yeah, check this out. The invisible man at the McDonalds drive thru tells me they're out of Diet Coke. I said ok, I'll have a Sprite then. "We are out." Um, ok. So I tell him "Just tell me what you do have and we'll go from there". My wife is looking at me now like I'm a prick. "We have Hi-C, Dr. P, Lemonade, and Water." I asked him "How much is the water?" He seriously told me to hold and he'll check. Wow, really dude? I just drove up to the window at this point and told him to add a Dr. P and wished him good luck with the rest of his night. Onwards to Burger King. I order, so far so good. I pay the man and he tells me "Could you please pull up and wait in the front. We are turning your patties now." Ugh. I pull up; knowing I won't embarrass myself by asking for my money back and just driving away, and wait in guess what? Another freakin' line! I mean there was literally a drive thru line after the drive thru line. I don't know if it's an "I drank too much last night and my head really hurts today", or if Sunday is when the dumb people just come out to play. Next time, I'll get a hot dog and beef jerky at the Circle K.
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