Mother's Day Out

As my Mother's Day gift to, well, my mother, I decided to give her a day. When I got home from school, we would go out on the town. I planned to spend all morning Uptown, on the streetcar, at the farmer's market, at Camellia Grill, at Cold Stone. Then we would venture to Whole Foods to pick up ingredients for an Indian feast for dinner. After making dinner, we would watch an old movie. It was a lovely plan, full of promise and good food.

With no camp this week, I decided to make today Mother's Day, and off we went. We stopped at Cafe Du Monde for breakfast, and stayed in a completely different part of town, never quite making it Uptown. No streetcar, no Camellia Grill, no Cold Stone, but also no worries because there was still food in abundance. After breakfast, there was shopping to be done. My mama insisted that I get new shoes, on her tab, and who was I argue with new shoes? Especially ones that I don't pay for?

We had great fun trying on hats before we actually got to the shoes. I have always assumed that hats are not for me. They have never looked right on me before and I simply had to accept the fact that me + hats were not meant to be. Today, however, I discovered the problem. I was wearing the wrong hats. Cute, small, fashionable caps don't do a thing for me; it's the big floppy ones that really do me justice. I'm so glad I've found this out. I no longer have to go through life without the happiness the right hat can bring.

Two new pairs of sandals later, we shopped some more of course. After trying on about 16 items, I kept the 2 that actually fit correctly and mozied on over to look at kitchen gadgets and doodads. I do this everywhere I go provided there is a kitchen department. It's an obsession, a sickness if you will. I refuse any and all treatment.

By the time we got out of there, we were quite famished and in the mood for sushi. Sushi is a completely natural reaction to a morning of shopping. Ask anyone. After sushi was Whole Foods, and good gravy, no one ever EVER let me in that place alone. I will either pass out from all of the choices/goodness/deliciousness or I will set up camp between the bakery and cheese department and they'll have to call security to remove me. The news stations will probably show up to get a good story on the crazed hack who thought it a good idea to make her home in Whole Foods. It'll be a big scandal and I may never recover from embarrassment so please do not let me go in there alone. Thank you.

We returned home from this lovely, off-the-itinerary day with happy hearts only to walk into a house with no A/C. Yes. No A/C. It broke. It was cooler outside than in. And more humid. It brought back memories of the dark, damp, electricity-less days of Hurricane Gustav. Not happy times, I assure you. But it's all good now, with the help of my daddy, a neighbor, and a screwdriver, I am currently sitting in a very cool house.

Thank you God for a grand day and cold air.

Creole Belle