Yesterday was a fun day. I was thrilled to be able to get Serge out of the house prior to 11 on a weekend. The way I did it was just before going down to the basement to do my workout, I said, "Honey, if you get ready while I'm working out, we can go "faire un tour" of the Dix30." Shopping is usually something I'm not up for, but we do need to find chairs for our dining room table. While I was working out, Dan called and wondered what was up. We ended up picking him up and going over to the shopping center together. Hunger set in right after we dumped sixty bucks at Walmart. (I can't even remember what I bought there except mints.)
I don't know what Costco does to their poutine, but it is the best in the world. It's way too big though. Dan and I split this while Serge tried the Costco Smoked Meat sandwich. (Your Costco doesn't have these things most likely; however, our Costcos also serve pizza, just like yours. )
We ended up shopping for 6 hours and looking at chairs, chairs, chairs and drooling over flat-screen tvs. We've narrowed the chair choice down to two styles. I'll show them to you tomorrow for input. Boy were we thirsty after 6 hours shopping and then tracking down Dan's cell phone which had fallen out of his pocket as he tried a sofa at Brault et Martineau. He invited us in to meet Renée-Claude, Dan's injured cat that he inherited. She's got to wear that thing on her leg until mid-October. I guess it takes much longer for cat bones to heal than human ones. After a couple of drinks and a lovely surf and turf dinner, we came home. It had been nine hours. Poor Sara pooped in our closet and peed under the table. We didn't scold anyone but ourselves. She used to be able to hold it for 12 hours, but those days are gone.
Oh, and I've been fretting and fretting about the weight gain. I took some pictures to assuage the fretting. Nothing to worry about, right?