i was at walgreen's yesterday picking up some sort of oinment and bandage for the MASSIVE burn that i have on my arm from the time i tried to iron.

i am an advocate believer and practicing fanatic of the "fluff".
get that bloody iron away from me. give me a dryer and some electricity and 5-10 minutes and let the laws of gravity affect the wrinkles in my slacks.

anyway. a girlfriend of mine came to town a few weeks back. she was having a rough one, and i spotted her for the weekend. i tried to offer sanity to her...she drove me insane...and we sort of balanced each other out. while i tried on wedding dress no less. (ACK)

anyway. i checked the mail the other morning for the first time in several weeks. there was a little not in the box from her simply thanking me for the weekend. when in truth, i was a bit afraid the weekend was lame. we didn't do much except try on wedding dresses.
well....that....and then with the estrogen overload that we received from the bridal shop, she and i agreed upon a steak and a beer.

okay i totally forgot about that. it was awesome. we were SO SICK of seeing ruffles and bras and girls crying that almost as though we could read minds we both announced that what we wanted was a big football game, a fat beer, and a giant slab of meat on a plate with a dull knife and a crooked fork to eat it with.

so we went to some regular restaurant, set up shop at the bar. and ordered drafts.
i felt like such.a.dude. and i loved it. the waiter looked at us as if we were insane when we ordered. two hot chicks....full of testosterone. really?

hi. dream come true. how are you?

anyway. he was wearing a big patch on his shirt that proclaimed that he was a recipient of a purple heart. my first instinct was to see if he was missing a leg. he had all his limbs. he walked fine. teeth were good. didn't stutter. what in the world could be wrong.

and because i am overtly sensitive....i blurted out "so you have both legs. what's the patch for?"

before he could even ask us how we liked out cow cooked, he was sitting down at the table with us telling us his war story about getting hit by a grenade in Iraq.

..........

if this isn't the typical "man walks into the bar and talks to the bartender about the secret of life" then i don't know what is.....
but the evening was key to survival as a bride and maid of honor.

anyway. not that this even matters anymore. but. i was at walgreen's and i walked down the card aisle and thought "oh. i should get her a card to repay her sweet card giving" and i read one that reminded me of a recipe i once saw.
this recipe called for 2 eggs. but if you don't have 2 eggs, you could substitute 3 egg whites.

and i was amazed at how ignorant that was. but worse yet, when i read it. i didn't immediately catch on. i sat and thought to myself "well, why would you want egg whites only? the good part is the yolk!"

and it dawned on me that even when i was trying to be womanly and get a card for a girlfriend...
i still don't do the recipe, ironing, tea sipping, knitting thing that other girls do. give me a dryer, a rib, and a war story, and i am much better off.