breakfast

i love breakfast. what's not to love about it? eggs? good. sausage? good. oj? good. bacon? don't even get me started on the bacon. coffee? yes, please. anyway, when i woke up this morning and there were no breakfast items in the fridge...i had to go get some. butch said that if i ran to the store...he would make breakfast. (done.) so i slapped on some shorts, a t-shirt, a long sleeve...and bounced down the steps. then i bounced right back up to get a brassiere, because i nearly knocked out my left eye. it was about 7:15am and i was going to the grocery store. (no big deal.) so the store was mostly empty and there were a few senior citizens walking around. i got some breakfast treats and then walked up to the check out. as i grabbed my bags, the cashier handed me a reusable bag filled with more groceries and said, "here, these are free!" (umm...what?) i was still half asleep and i said, "free?! what do you mean free?" she said, "just take them...it's just a thank you for shopping at our store today!" i eyeballed the lady, smiled, said thank you, and told her that she made my day. as i loaded the stuff into my car, i had one thought...butch is going to go NUTS. FREE groceries?! this would be almost too much for him to handle. (he did not disappoint.)

i got home and told him the story. in our "free" bag...there was a box of spaghetti, a box of raisin bran, dish soap, saltines, a bottle of ketchup, a bottle of bbq sauce, and a roll of paper towels. random, i know. but it was free so who cares. he was like, "what do you mean it was FREE!? FREE!? LIKE you didn't have to spend a certain amount or anything?!" i said, "nope..the lady just handed it to me and said it was free." he flew up the steps like flash gordon and i just was left standing there shaking my head. he came back downstairs in about 3 minutes (fully dressed) and stated, "i am going to get my free groceries, trish...i can't pass this up." (he was deadly serious about it.) i started making breakfast, cause i was NOT waiting for him. (bacon waits for no one.) about 15 minutes later, he blew through the door and he yelled, "DING DING DING! WE HAVE A WINNER!" (oh my god.) i spit my coffee into the sink, so that it wouldn't come out of my nose. he said, "well, it's all the same stuff you got, but it's stuff we can use...and it was FREE! FREE! plus, i got a whole pack of coupons, too. this is the best day ever." (birth of our children < free groceries.) okay.

by 8am, both kids were playing in the sand box. ella's hair was wild all over her head and she made a request for "crunchy steak" for her breakfast. this is what she calls bacon. crunchy steak. (i love it.) i also love that neither of my kids have any regard for shoes and aren't afraid to get dirty. i'm not being sarcastic either. carrie crawls around in the yard like it's no big deal, and ella was covered in sand from head to toe. both could care less. get back to nature, girls. (rock it.) so we sat out back to eat our breakfast, our neighbors already think we are nuts...so who cares. (not i.) i looked over at butch who was thoughtfully chewing his sausage. apparently he texted my uncle (amongst other people who live nearby) about the free groceries and my uncle's response was, "that's great. get a life." (hiiiiilarious.) i said, "what are you thinking about?" he said (and i quote), "do you think maybe if i shave my face and change my clothes that i could go back there and get some more free groceries?" i stared at him. i did not laugh. just stared. he went on.."or maybe wear some type of DISGUISE?" i stood up, went inside and poured myself some more coffee and sat down to write. no shortage of nonsense here. (ever.) he just left with ella to get some flowers for the yard at ace...because he has a coupon. odds of coming back with another free bag of groceries? i'd say pretty high.