i was ranch today.

i'm eating one of the four last choke cherry tree pickles that Eric bought my for my birthday in march. I managed to savor and cherish them for some time. There were 6 jars to begin with. I usually slice one giant pickle in 3-4 pieces and eat them throughout the course of the week. But i'm just gettin serious because i'm eating an entire pickle all alone... and loving it. I just don't want there to be no more. (i know that's not proper english, i like it)

i'm tired, but am satisfied. I've been up since 3:20 am. it's now 7:43 oops 7:44 pm and I've managed to keep myself occupied all day without napping. It's been eventful and i seriously felt a sense of appreciation and love all damn day. That feeling is worth staying up for.
All though i did a lot of spoiled alone time events... (and i shouldn't regret them) there are lots of grown up demands that i must not overlook. like applying for financial aid, setting up my 401k at work and washing my hair.
things to consider.

where i get ranch.
i had an outer body experience today while i was at the galleria mall. I was (me my actual self not the outer body) was sitting eating at the la Madeline's.... alone.
I always call "ranch" on people eating alone because i assume they would rather have company or don't have friends, or so forth. and it always makes me sad... typically the old folks who eat alone get me the worst, when they have food on there faces or make obnoxious facial expressions when chewing and staring blindly around... but the truth is maybe only 40% are ranch cases.. most are probably ok with dining alone and don't think anything of it.. But i thought, what if someone was walking by my table and called "ranch" on me for carrying my little dinner tray to my little alone table, spilling napkins all over the floor, eating alone and dribbling tomato basil soup all over my " camouflage mother courage and her children" t-shirt... i mean i'm really the worse offender.

yum,
Camille