Day 317: Red, White and Blue literrally

Today started like most of my Saturdays, with a massage.

After my relaxing rub down, I decided I would head over to a friends house for a BBQ and pool party. It was nice to get out of the house for a while.

The hostess asked everyone to bring a red white and blue food item. It didn't have to literally be red white and blue in color, it could be bleu cheese dip, you get the picture.

Since I'm not much of a cook I decided to head to the small boutiquey grocery store around the corner from my place. I went in and started looking around for blue tortilla chips, and salsa... ok I was doing well, now all I needed was something white.

I decided to track down one of the workers and see if they could help me. One guy took me to the cheese aisle because it was 'white', then he called over another guy who proceeded to tell me 'mozzarella is the whitest cheese we have... oh here's one but its from Italy.'

I decided these guys just didn't get it... they were even starting to confuse me! No we weren't boycotting other countries for the 4th, but I let it go because the guy found mozzarella from California.

Then they suggested I make a caprese salad. I wasn't planning on making anything for a couple of reasons, 1... I didn't have a lot of time... and 2... I was still exhausted from my week. But I took the bait.

I decided since the cheese was presliced and all I had to do was cut some tomatoes and add basil I could probably handle it.

So I took off and started looking for basil. Much to my dismay they didn't have any fresh small bundles, only basil plants. I didn't need a basil plant... I kill plants!

Not to mention I don't cook, so I certainly don't need an 18-inch tall basil plant in my house. But I also didn't want to stop at another store and put myself even further behind... so I took the bait.

So now I have a giant basil plant in my kitchen, that I'm going to have to try to keep alive so I don't use it.... makes all the sense in the world.

I suppose I could try to find recipes that include basil and try to cook them but that seems like a lot of work.

I think the bigger thing to take away from the day outside of the soon to be dead basil plant... is that men are very literal. Wow, and I thought I was bad... sometimes I have a hard time missing the signs.

Which could be happening with Fargo. I talked to Sunshine today and she gave me some advice her brother passed along to her years ago. 'If he tries to get grabby he's only after one thing.' Words she says have held true her entire life... so I guess it could be right.

Deep down I know that, and deep down I know this guy is trouble, but I still like him. I suppose it could be my inner bobcat talking, because I'm pretty sure he's close to a decade younger than me. I also think it's our chemistry. I really like his sense of humor, which I've mentioned before, I'm also pretty infatuted with the bad boy thing he's got going on.

We'll just have to wait and see what happens. Some of the signs seem to be similar to the 26 year old.