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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Disappointment, wth?

You know when you're really looking forward to something and it just doesn't measure up?

Well, DH and I went out for breakfast this morning to our favorite unpretentious Greek (is there any other kind worth going to?) diner, and it just wasn't good.
Maybe I had too much coffee before we left. Maybe I was too hungry. We went about 10 AM. But on the short ride over I felt light-headed and queasy, so I wasn't in the best frame of mind when we went in.
But the funk! Was gross. Now, to be fair, DH didn't smell it, but I swear it smelled like a nursing home or old person's living room. WTH? That's not what a diner is supposed to smell like.

The eggs(over-medium) were too runny, the homefries (usually what I look forward to the MOST) tasted uncooked and without any discernible flavor, the whole wheat toast was burnt, and DH asked for cinnamon to put on his french toast and the smell was overwhelming. Damn, I sound bitchy, huh? Sorry about that.

But really, cinnamon mixed with stale old-people smell is not a good combination. And I still had the sweats. Now I have vurps. You know what they are, right? Sorry, TMI.

It can't be morning sickness and I swear I'm too young for hot flashes, and I double-pinky swear that I only had one glass of Pinot Grigio last night. Really.

Here's hoping this beautiful, sunny, responsibility-free, childless day gets better.

Enjoy yours.

Update:
Unfortunately it only got worse. I have some sort of stomach bug. Yuck.

PS: Just what *is the proper etiquette when you just KNOW you're about to puke and you're in a public place? Tell me what I should have done, and I'll tell you what I did.

And no, I'm not talking about drunken puking. I remember dimly what that etiquette is (hah! Drunken Puke Etiquette - that's an oxymoron). I'm talking OhShitI'mReallySickHere etiquette.

7 comments:

PearlsOfSomething said...

Ugh. I hate a bad diner trip. Fortunately, they're rare.

Why does toast made at home NEVER taste as good as diner toast?

Kate said...

Ugggghhhhhh. That bites.

But I bet you already knew that.

Christine said...

Puking etiquette ? Ummm, how bout excuse me while I zook up my liver?

Dunno but what DID you do?

Amy said...

I'm not sure there is a puking etiquette, lol. Hope you feel better.

Evil Twin's Wife said...

Well, if you can't make it to a bathroom or trash can, I think the best thing to do would be to duck behind a bush or at least try to turn away from the majority of people who may be around. Puking happens. Hope you feel better...

ZDub said...

I hate when you get sick and it ruins your favorite food or place. Hope you feel better.

Thanks for coming by!

kristin said...

I was in the parking lot of our marina, heading for my car, when I was overwhelmed with OMGImGonnaBeSick. I threw my stuff in the car, ran across the parking lot, frantically motioning to the car approaching me that I was not stopping, and ran into the bathroom.

Thank God it wasn't occupied, but if I wasn't already about to be sick, this would have sent me over the edge - it was Dirty if you know what I mean.

I, however, even in my Moment of Weakness, cleaned up after myself.

I have standards. I could Not Puke in Public in broad daylight. That motivation outweighed everything else. There was No. Way. that I was going to puke in the parking lot.

Then I sat in my car and cried. Yup. :::sniff:::

But I couldn't help wondering what if I was still walking down the dock? What if I was in a restaurant? What about the grocery store? What the hell do you do?

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