Living the Dream

My brother-in-law always says he's "Living the Dream."  Beautiful house in swanky suburb of Cincinnati, posh job with a big company and a super cute girlfriend.  So maybe he is living his dream.  But this weekend, I got to live a little one of mine.

Mr. B asked me Friday morning what I'd like to do for my last weekend as a free woman. I described it to him...and people - IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED!

Remember that catchy song from OKLAHOMA?

I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y

By Sattidy I larned a thing or two

Like I would totally uproot my family simply to live near a Whole Foods Market. Sigh.
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modren world was comin' to!

Yes, that's our hotel.  You know they must be hurting if they are only charging $89 a night.

Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!

They went and built a skyscraper seven stories high,

About as high as a buildin' orta grow.

Again, our hotel.  Swanky. 

Ev'rythin's like a dream in Kansas City,

It's better than a magic lantern show!

Y' c'n turn the radiator on whenever you want some heat.

With ev'ry kind o' comfort ev'ry house is all complete.

Like $4 Aquafinas in the hotel room.  C'mon Hyatt - that's just filtered tap water! GAH.


You c'n walk to privies in the rain and never wet your feet!

I'm sure I would have appreciated the LINK more if it were raining, but in 100* heat, it was more like getting cooked in a long glass oven.  


They got a big theayter they call a burlesque  The Coterie.
Fer fifty cents  $42 you c'n see a dandy show.

Best children's theatre I've ever seen and worth every cent.   

Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City

They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!


However, I didn't bank on an awesome Clifford the Big Red Dog Exhibit to tickle Little B's fancy.

After dragging her away from Clifford heaven and avoiding the scary clowns in the Crayola store, we headed to the Whole Foods Market for Lunch and to stock up on things we can't get next door to the middle of nowhere. 

Like Daiya Shreds.  They. Are. Unbelievable. 

I've never told Mr. B to keep out of any food we have in the house, until last night.

KEEP OUT OF THE DAIYA AND NO ONE GETS HURT.

So obviously, the dream is over...until Trader Joe's opens in Omaha.

I dreamed a dream of days gone by...
Where I was near a Trader Joe's and life was worth living...