So we just got back from a four hour long shopping trip with the kids. How fun, right? The Tribe actually wasn’t that bad. The Big Guy was very well behaved and was much calmer than me. I am having an anxiety ridden day. Who knows why. You’ve got to love living with anxiety.

We went to a couple of stores to look for spring clothes for The Tribe. The Big Guy managed to look for himself and I was in charge of keeping the girls in check. Great. We decided to eat lunch at Ruby Tuesdays, we are so sick of happy meals.
We were seated in a booth to better contain The Tribe. The Babe, M3 and I visited the bathroom two times before the appetizers even hit the table. The Boss was unusually well behaved and polite.

A couple was seated next to us and this is were the annoyance came in. Now, I should prefice this with the fact that The Big Guy and I were very good friends before we even dated. We have been together for 12 years and know each other very well. I am a very real person, what you see is what you get. The Big guy loves this about me. As I look to my left, I see a man and women holding hands across the table and gazing in each others eyes. How flippin’ cute. Whatever, The Big Guy and I have not had a date in 3 months. Yes, thats right, I am sore about it!

This couple is conversating, loudly, about such on the surface bullshit that I want to puke right there. The crap they were talking about reminded me of the match.com commercials. My first thought was that they must be on a first date. That was before I heard them mention their daughter. You have to be kidding me, these two asses were married! The Big Guy made eye contact with me and I could tell he was feeling the same way. Anyway, this couple proceeds to pull each other closer and closer across the table as they rub each others arms and hands. I was so damn annoyed at this point.

I guess I should feel lucky that The Big Guy and I are so comfortable with each other that there is no crap among us. Maybe it is that I was just jealous that this couple was out by themselves and we were sitting there with our tribe. By the way, we made a total of four trips to the bathroom and lost 6 crayons over an hour lunch. I think there was also about 25 reminders for the girls to lower their voices.

Am I the only one that gets annoyed, or should I say jealous, at this crap?

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