I had tried to prepare The Husband for the heat but I don’t think he was aware of how truly hot Texas can get, especially this summer (it was a scorcher… literally
). All he wanted to do was sit in the pool all day, everyday. Fine with me, that gave me some one on one time with the Walmart.
We were there for sixteen days and we maxed those sixteen days out to the fullest (tried to anyway, when The Husband’s pool schedule allowed). So I think I’ll just tell you mini stories about some of the highlights, and show you some pictures too. (I wish I had all my pictures, but unfortunately a USB key has gone missing somewhere between my mother’s house and Le Petit Village. For the record, I’m positive that it’s somewhere in her house although she denies this, but whatever).
I brought The Husband to eat at a Cracker Barrel on our drive from Dallas to San Antonio, let’s just say his first encounter with biscuits and gravy was pretty interesting. He stared at it for a bit with a strange look on his face while I sipped my sweet tea. Aw… Texas sweet tea… sweet nectar of the Gods.
And I basically ate my weight in Mexican food while I was there. I sure did. My plan was to eat it until I was sick of it. I succeeded by my last day there. The Husband couldn’t handle it after day four. What can I say, I guess I’m made out of tougher stuff than he is.
On one of the many Mexican food nights, The Husband and I headed to a little local place for dinner, and as we got out of the car, my friend Texas Girl’s mother, Kiki pulled up (you may remember her from this adventure) confirming that not only do I live in a small town in France, but I’m from one as well. We ate together and got all caught up. I love happy little accidents.
And The Husband got in on the Walmart fun too. He found this large jar of dill pickles…
and thinking that they were giant cornichons, he threw them into the cart (he later discovered that they are not indeed giant cornichons and made a yucky face
). And then he added a gallon of ice cream to the cart too. So, The Husband was craving pickles and ice cream.
I wonder if there is something he needs to tell me.
P.S. Be sure to stay tuned for more Texas tales… pretty please…
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