Rather than sit and rot in 128 traffic today I decided to find ways to amuse myself. Today's exercise coordinating rubbernecking to the song HOT, HOT, HOT. Under normal circumstances my hatred of this little ditty is right up with "Don't worry be happy" but today it seemed all too fitting as I crawled my way onto 128. Honestly it took 35 minutes to get from the overpass in Dedham onto 128. 35 minutes I shit you not. So if you saw some crazy girl in a hot pink polo acting out a spastic neck dance and giving the squirely-eye to all the surrounding cars while singing HOT-HOT-HOT, well yeah that was me. Feel free to join in next time, maybe we can create an auto-wave.
In other news I have been trying to make the permanent switch to Decaf coffee so I my visits have been less frequent lately. This morning though I needed a latte. Alright I didn't need it, I wanted it which leads me to my next story. Over the winter some of the few peeps who read this new blog-o-mine may remember me biatching about the parking situation in my cul-de-sac due to snow and possibly having to cancel a party. Well the part I left out is that one of my husband's friends was nice enough to plow us out but while doing that he and my husband stumbled right into an "afternoon delight". You see we live on a lake and there is an open lot a few houses down that is for public use. Lets just say that people of the public were using this lot that day and somehow managed to get their SUV lodged on a rock. One of these people is a married lady from my local coffee place, the other was construction worker (not her husband)from a job site down the road (across from the coffee place). Well it was a little uncomfortable for my hubby and his friend when the construction dude asked them to help dislodge the truck after he told them in detail about the tryst. Yeah way TMI for anyone especially a stranger and of course my giggling boy of a husband retold the tale to me shortly after. So every now and then I see this lady when I stop for a caffeinated beverage in the morning. She always gives me a perky smirk like we are "sharing" a secret between girlfriends and automatically gives me an extra hot cup to catch the condensation. She saw my husband and obviously knows who I am because we frequent that coffee house together on the weekends. The whole thing is slightly uncomfortable to be honest. This being the closest coffee shop to me (see: lazy girl) and her manning the window may be the deciding factors for me to quite my coffee habit. I feel safe in recounting this story because it would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack to determine the coffee shop in question as they are as common as trees on the south shore (Dunkin Donuts, Honey Dew, Starbucks, Donut King...) we got em all thus the reason for me need to break the habit.
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