No Sunday blues tonight!

Jesse says that I'm a brat.  So what if I enjoy the finer things in life.  I maintain the fact that this was FULLY disclosed before we got married.  To be quite honest, he was well aware of my tastes before he proposed.  Case and point:  Jesse pops the top on a canned beverage.  I frown.  I would have preferred the bottled beverage.  Hmm...

The weekend began in a fantastic fashion.  We enjoyed a dinner party at my--well, our--friends' house.  See, I don't always complain.

Of course the evening took a turn for the worse as my bracket began to (further) collapse before my eyes.  Upon further examination-- maybe basketball is the ruination of my life.  Let me explain:

1. I was forced to attend the old-timers basketball game at Omaha.
Some things are just better left alone.  I would have been more than okay to not walk through those doors again.  The 45 minute preschool-4th grade cheerleading show didn't help matters...

2. Kansas lost.
Bracket screwed

3.  The worst Wal-Mart checker [ever] had a basketball shaped head.
I think she was both deaf and mute.  AND she put all of my canned goods, pickled jalapenos and pancake syrup into ONE bag. REALLY?!?

4.  At Sam's Club, the old woman with the basketball t-shirt, demanded to see my membership card.
Suck it.  I have the premium membership.

I still love Sam's club.  What's better than buying 700 coffee filters, a gallon of whiskey, a year's supply of toilet paper or a month's supply of digestive yogurt?  This:  an old man driving the wrong direction in the parking lot only to meet a large, red truck.  With no where to go, the man decides to back into a parking space only to be met by a line of parked shopping carts. Haaaaaaaa.

All of my complaints have--seemingly--paid off.  After a lovely dinner of catfish, cornbread, sweet potatoes, and fried okra all is well again... except for the lemons in my water and the large piles of onion and tartar sauce on my plate. :/