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pretty short day...had lunch at Souper Salad in U-Hills and got some groceries at the King Soopers next door.

i had never been to Souper Salad...it was good, but not great. i guess susie and lois go there occasionally for lunch. i like Sweet Tomatoes better for their selection and seasoning of soup. for me, one of the gauges for a restaurant's food is if they know how to season soup. anyone can slop some things together and make a pretty looking soup...but how does it taste? usually, if they know how to season soup correctly, the rest of the food is good as well. i'm just picky because i grew up on phenomenal Chinese and American soups that my parents made - it's in our blood. give me a bowl of oxtail...tofu and spinach...or some other typical southern Chinese soup and a bowl of rice...and i am one happy camper! i hope to one day replicate my mother's soup cooking technique. and my dad? any 'normal' soup that you see in cans at the store, he can make from scratch and way better :) he learned to cook American soup in the 30's and 40's, when most people still could cook from scratch...unlike today and our society of convenience. i'm guilty too though...i cook well, but i will occasionally buy Campbell's Cream of Mushroom, Tomato, and Beef Barley. who knew i could put so many people to sleep by writing the endless soup paragraph...zzzzzzz.

enough of the watery stuff...bloody noses...diarrhea...soup. what will be our next topic o' the day? don't worry. i have some stories up my sleeve...i just don't want to drop all the good ones and have to blog about mundane things. i know you're all dying to know how often i have to yank the solitary white nose hair that invades my right nostril. pullin' that baby is such an accomplishment if you survive the tear-inducing aftermath...hurts like a MF!!!

oh yeah. don't go to that (Colo. Blvd. and Yale) King Soopers EVER! we liked to go there for a few months after it had opened, but now only go when we're desperate. it sucks. the lines are horrendous...sometimes they're short on baggers...and half the checkers are completely useless!

our checker was real nice, but REAL slow too. he was ill prepared to work on a Sunday...or any daytime shift...he needs to work graveyard. it was kinda sad because even the snot-nosed teenage bagger knew more vegetable codes than he. we were wondering if the man had been laid off in his field and had to get a checker job to help support his family. still, i know that it's not so instantaneous to get a checker job. most often, you have to pay yer dues by starting out as a courtesy clerk or customer service, right?

maybe it's just us though. wherever lois and i go, there are two infallible signs that follow us. the first is instant business for a sandwich shop or other fast food venue...we'll be the only ones in line...and ten people will walk in right behind us. it never fails. we've even thought of trading our timing for food ;)

the other odd thing that we always seem to do is get in the slowest line at the store. no matter how short the line is, if we're in it and someone is ahead of us...you're screwed. it's like some Lois and Spencer Law of Checkout Lines... i'm serious. we think we scored by finding the short line or the checker with fast hands, but NOOOO...something always goes awry. whether it's a price check...someone who didn't bring enough money...the guy who forgot his lice shampoo coupon in the car...the lady who was going to write a check but didn't EVEN bring out the checkbook until the final total was tallied. you know, that eye rolling, teeth gritting, fist clenching scenario...wishing that the daggers that come out of your evil look would plunge into his carotid...causing it to blow like the Yellowstone of hemoglobin geysers. it's a good thing you came in for a bottle of bleach...you can take a swig if you're at the end of the dumbass line.

that's the one sure thing though. if you see us in line, go to another...even if there are five more carts! we'll get in line at 5:30 and get out at oh, 10:15. it's that bad... "Yeah, went to the store for a gallon of skim...came out with a gallon of buttermilk...wasn't Bush Sr. President when we got in line? our dogs? well, they starved to death by the time we got through...oh, can i get another dozen eggs...these hatched. you know, i could have sworn this steak wasn't green when i picked it up."

all i can say is: If you came to the store to buy a card for a newborn (and end up behind us), you better have gotten the kid a high school graduation card too.