My Lack of Common Sense

So I had another one of my "Kristy" moments today, as Steve likes to call them.

I'm standing in this little convenience store in a tiny podunk town on the way from Myrtle Beach back to Charleston. I'm staring at the candy aisle with a wicked craving for Goldenberg's Peanut Chews and I can't seem to find them. And when I think about it, I haven't seen them anywhere down here.

So he's standing next to me and I'm bitching because I think I've found another food that I like that we can't get down here. And I grab a 5th Avenue, which at the time, seemed like the closest thing to what I wanted.

"Why don't you get a Butterfinger?" he says. "It tastes the same but you get more."

I stare at him like 'Duh!' and say "Because I want peanut butter and chocolate and a Butterfinger does not have peanut butter."

And he's quiet and just stares. "Uh huh," he says quietly.

"Is not!"

"What do you think it's made out of then?" he asks, incredulous.

I glance at the package and see "Crisy, Crunchy, Peanut Buttery" right on the package. And I sputter and say, "I ... I ... don't know. I just thought ... WELL IT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE PEANUT BUTTER."

And he stares. Then things start clicking and I say, "Well, yea, Butter Finger, peanut butter, it all makes sense now."

But I stick with my Fifth Avenue and we head to the car. About ten minutes down the road, he asks "So seriously, what did you think it was made out of?"

"I never knew. I always thought the butter meant butterscotch," I said.

And I didn't even look over at him because I knew he was staring at me and shaking his head with that shit-eating grin on his face and I so wasn't going to admit that once again, I proved my lack of common sense.

As Steve said, something's gotta go to make room for all that intelligence! :-)

In other news, I am insanely pissed off because our beloved leader has decided at eight o'clock, DURING SWEEPS & SEASON FINALE WEEK, to spend twenty minutes to however long addressing the nation about immigration legislation. Part of me cares about that, but not enough to let it pre-empt my Monday night. Because seriously, tomorrow was the ONE FRICKING NIGHT I was looking forward to - what with the season finale of Prison Break at 8pm and the FINAL TWO HOURS of Grey's Anatomy from nine to eleven. So now I have to figure out what I want to skip. Do I watch the last part of Prison Break or the first part of Grey's Anatomy? I'm thinking I'll miss the GA ONLY because you gotta see the end and you can usually pick up on what's going on halfway through.

But seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!

Finally, we spent the wekeend in Myrtle Beach and last night, we headed out to Broadway for Bike Week. That, my friends, is a sight to see. Nothing like hanging out with some beer, walking the strip and hearing the rumble of the bikes go past.