Wednesday, December 3, 2008

When Did I Grow Up?


It's true.
Somewhere between birth and now I've become an adult. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but tonight it became so blaringly apparent, I was instantly depressed.

The realization came when I was talking to Alex about date night. I was giving him ideas of things I'd actually like to do as opposed to things I should want to do. I'm done with dinners and movies. Been there, done that. I'm over it. After some thought I came up with a perfect plan, "We should go to Whole Foods Market in Salt Lake and then stop by Smith's Marketplace (Utah's version of Fred Meyer) to check things out." It should come as no surprise considering how much I LOVE going to Costco for my routine grocery run (snicker away, I speak the truth).. but the fact that I consider that to be a date-worthy activity is disturbing on so many levels.

Maybe it's that euphoric feeling I get being around all of that cool, affordably priced stuff under one roof. I dunno, but it's amazing. I'm reminded of a comment I made to Alex once. He won't let me forget this one. I said, "You know that good feeling you get when you go to the temple. That's how I feel every time I walk into Costco."*

Pretty sad really. What's next? Drink our prune juice together? Engage in heartwarming discussions about our deteriorating health? I'm sure the possibilities are endless.

*Disclaimer: Although I consider this to be true, I am in no way implying that visits to Costco should serve as a replacement for temple work. That would be seriously retarded and ridiculous.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Don't worry, I feel the same way when I go to the grocery store, too. Or Disney's damaged goods shop. Sooo much potential!

Kathy M. said...

Dad and I have been shopping as dates for a LONG time. It's kind of fun. :-)

I love that photo of you and that fabric had all of your best colors in it at the time (well... now too). I just wished it would have been a bigger piece so you could have had a dress.

So... did you sample the fish tacos? How were they? Diane's old friend from Maryland used to love those... probably still does. She just doesn't talk to her much anymore (Rocky was her name... just remembered).