Oh Happy Day

Though I'm exhausted from my therapy session, I must say that it's a good tiredness--Retail Therapy can really perform a pick-me-up! (Am I the only one who finds it odd that Macy's has bikinis right next to the winter coats?)

Not only did I find my straw cowgirl hat for this summer (a perfect know-it-when-I-see-it moment!), but I also got a free lunch. If you've taken college economics, then you know that "There's no such thing as a free lunch." But today, it was free....at least I think it was.....but come to think of it, perhaps I now have a stalker.....so maybe my overpriced college course and pre-highlighted used 5 pound textbook WAS correct.

Either way, dd4 and I went to "Baldi's" (as she calls it) to chow down on some delectable Mexican food. As I devoured the chips and salsa (it was hot today--cleared out my sinuses!) and she licked the bean bowl clean, I did notice that the man in the booth opposite us kept looking at me. A lot of people I don't know know me, and if they don't know me, they think they do. (Do you know just how many times I get mistaken for someone else?) I didn't think much f it, but was sure to use all my manners, since I had a little person watching me intently, imitating my every more.

Jose, my favorite waiter, kept speaking to me in Spanish, as he always does. I was feeling good today, as not only did I understand everything he said, I was even talking back 'en espanol.' (Sometimes I still dream in Spanish, I know I'm still bilingual somewhere in my over crowded brain!) It wasn't until the very end, when I was waiting for the check, that I had to ask him, "que?" Then, "No se?" In Spanish he said, "I will tell you one more time, no so rapido."

He kept talking about my friend (male) and how there was no check. He finally switched to English and told me, "There is no check, su amigo paid for your lunch." Even in English I didn't quite understand...I was like, "What friend? Who? Where is he? Did he take care of the tip, too?" Jose just smiled and said, "Su amigo, yes to tip," and walked away. STINKER!

So, I don't know who it was, but lunch was practically free. Practically being in the sense that I left a five dollar bill on the table for dear little, aging, missing the tip of a finger, always kind to my family and me Jose....I remember when he first started working there; he knew no English at all. A determined little booger he is, to be this fluent this fast.

That coupled with a few good finds at the mall, added to by going to the Home and Garden show in a bit, and topped off with an intsense upper body workout I intend to do at the gym later this evening (while listening to the newest songs I've just downloaded) equals the right to say, "Oh happy day!"