After the chaos I experienced among the pre-holiday shoppers in the big city Christmas Eve, I had absolutely no desire to repeat the experience with the post-holiday bargain hunters today. I opted to stay close to home and just do some run-of-the-mill errands. Exciting stuff like the post office, the dump, the gas station, and the Family Dollar (I couldn’t totally resist the post-Christmas sales…I restocked our supply of wrapping paper and bows at 50% off). It was an easy, low-key day.
Only trouble was, I still had a milkshake on my mind, the one I didn’t get on Tuesday. Unfortunately, out here in the sticks, we don’t have a Chick-fil-A. And, no offense to the Golden Arches Supper Club, a McDonald’s shake just wasn’t going to suffice.
Lucky for me, I have an amazing, kind, generous hubby, who after getting up at 3:15 a.m. for his daily commute, working all day, then sitting in all kinds of traffic on the ride home, still braved the Chick-fil-A drive-thru that had defeated me Christmas Eve. He walked in the door this evening with my chocolate milkshake.
I think he’s a keeper.