Remember last week, when I mentioned Brewer’s Nuts from City Peanut Shop? Well, I did take a wee jaunt to their storefront; in addition to Brewer’s Nuts, I picked up a package of Pistolero Porter Nuts. Oh, my . . . they’re so good. So good!
If you’re looking for an Idaho-themed gift, or maybe something to munch on whilst watching baseball, I highly recommend.
In other news: I work in what’s fondly referred to as the big brown box. That’s a bit of a misnomer, mind you. Sure, the building is boxy and the exterior walls are brown–but it’s heavy on windows. With an atrium gracing the lobby, it boasts suspended walkways that jet out from a central elevator hub. That means, you can look down upon the people below whilst walking hither and yon.
The other day, for instance: as I walked back from the break room, I glanced down to see one of the plant ladies preparing to walk a tree through the automatic revolving doors. “Well, that’s impressive,” thought I (as I can barely time it right to get myself in and out without injury). No sooner had the thought flitted across my mind than I noticed the plant lady and tree trunk stuck, as in a fishbowl; the tree top, on the other hand, remained in of doors . . . it’s greenery flailing about in shocked dismay. I actually guffawed . . . out loud . . . with nary a soul around me.
Sometimes, it’s the little things.
As it happens, that’s what I wish for you–the little things that make for a grand weekend: treats, and laughter, and nutty good fun.
Happy weekend, my friends!
Well, it’s time once again for the Masters Golf Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.
Sure, you may be like me the first forty-three years of my life, and pay it no mind. But do take heed–you just never know when you’ll marry someone who views these four days in April as something akin to Christmas.
That said, I’ve been brushing up on my golf clap and speaking in hushed tones. I’d break out my khakis and collared shirts, if only I had them (thankfully, the dress code for my couch is much more slack).
Now that company’s arrived, we’re down to picking up a few snack items (Brewer’s nuts from City Peanut Shop, anyone?). After that, we’ve no recourse, but to settle in and enjoy the show.
With that, I wish you a spectacular weekend. May you be surrounded by a few of your favorite people; may you be afforded the luxury of partaking in a few of your favorite activities. And when all’s said an done, may you find the hours so memorable, you can’t help but feel the champion.