Month: July 2003

See now today’s lunch made up for the fact that I totally hated my lunch on Tuesday. Yesterday was fine – it was just egg salad on a bulkie. That’s hard to screw up unless the eggs and/or the mayo are bad. But I’m here to tell you they weren’t. But today…today I had a hummus and roasted veggie wrap.

I practically licked the plate clean, which was pointless because really, it was a sandwich. Not much to lick. My only suggestion to the lunch crew is to double up on the hummus. In fact, howzabout an all-hummus sandwich and you can just wave some veggie matter over the sandwich before you hand it to me. I do love me some hummus.

Tuesday’s lunch was a ranch chicken wrap. I didn’t even finish it. I thought it would have the same flavor as when I put chicken on my salad and use ranch dressing – that tastes like it would make a dandy sandwich. But I think they use some other brand of dressing, or something. I couldn’t eat it, which made me sad.

I’m not going to think ahead to tomorrow, but I plan to sneak a peek to see if the deli area normally has hummus. I think the roasted veggies were the limited edition ingredient. Maybe I’ll just have them throw some tomatoes on it. Sound good?

Was doing some browsing, courtesy of Boston Common (see the link over on the right, I’m too lazy to type it) and I see part of a post from Simple Pleasures. Oh my God, I’d have paid money to have been there watching that. And to be part of the discussion after.”

I love laughter. And I’m only 45 minutes from Walden Pond, so maybe I’ll get the practice schedule…

My toenails are still hot pink. They don’t match my red sweater, but I don’t care. I haven’t been spending a lot of time in places where people will have access to my feet. On the other hand, when I see my little pink tootsies, I get happy all over. I have no idea why this is. Could it just be the color? I’ve painted my toenails for a while now, usually darker colors that won’t clash with things I typically wear. The hot pink color is brand new to me, though. It’s very Legally Blond, quite frankly.

But why am I staring at my toes and smiling so much? It’s just polish.

I just bought a package of Peanut Butter crackers from the vending machine (instead of the Snickers bar that I really wanted) and I was struck by the thought “It’s a good thing that the person who sits next to me doesn’t have a deadly peanut allergy.” And then I thought “I’ve never worked anywhere where we were warned in advance not to eat peanuts or peanut products because of allergies.” So where do all those kids who can’t even breath in the scent of a peanut working? Do people outgrow those allergies enough that they don’t have to declare the office a peanut-free zone?

Mmmm. Peanut butter.

When I heard the story on the radio this morning about the two sisters banned for life from shopping at Filene’s basement for excessive returns and harassing the employees, I kind of had to laugh. The first thing I thought of was my mom, and how much stuff she returns to the LL Bean outlet in Nashua. Anything you buy via the catalog (or website) can be returned in person at their Nashua outlet. My mom practically lives there. To be fair, some things just don’t fit, or aren’t what you expected. Or if it falls apart the first time you wear it, you take it back.

So I was just wondering what the LL Bean people think when they see Mom coming, and if they’ll hear the Filene’s story and think of her. So I get an email from my sister this morning…saying “Did you hear about the two older women that were forbidden to ever shop at Filene’s Basement? It reminded me of Mom and all of her returns. I bet the manager at the LLBean outlet heard the story and already has Mom’s name on the list. ”

So it isn’t just me!

p.s. Two Filene’s Basement stories in the news? The CEO died over the weekend.

p.p.s. Ernie Boch, auto sales multimillionaire also died. I heard a Boch automile commercial on the radio last week and was shocked to hear that it was “Ernie Boch Jr.” and not Ernie giving the “Come on Down” pitch. Reminds me of how Frank Purdue handed over the commercials and died relatively soon after. I thought “Uh oh” when I realized it wasn’t Ernie.

p.p.p.s. The Blogger spellchecker flags Filene’s and suggests “vileness”. I’m just sayin’.