Yesterday (late again, I know - I'm bad with writing at night) was a bit frustrating because my only goal was to find a new pair of jeans. It seemed to me to be a simple goal, but boy, was I wrong. If the store carried my size, they only had skinnies (which I'm not a big fan of). If they had boot-cut jeans, they only sold my size online. Boo. Needless to say, I didn't find any jeans. That's actually my biggest gripe about yesterday - my life is hard.
I was excited to get home and start cooking dinner, though, because it was chili night! I found a very highly reviewed recipe for turkey chili that was absolutely FABULOUS. It was much, much healthier than regular beef chili and tasted the exact same. I did manage to get it all over me while cooking, but hey, it happens. Besides, I think it's cute when Kev comes home and I'm in the kitchen, helplessly covered in my latest culinary creation. Plus, I got double girlfriend XP because I looked cute and the chili was yummy, so I'll take the W on that one, thanks.
After dinner, Kev had a meeting, so I ventured out in search of a book store. I think it's worth mentioning that I was asked to move Kev's car out of the way of my car all by myself. I was pretty thrilled with myself to have the chance to get in the driver's seat of his baby, but Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ, never again. It's far too pretty for my clumsy driving and I thought I was going to have a stroke the moment the engine roared to life.
With that five feet of joy riding under my belt, I was very relieved to arrive at the bookstore in my little, cheap car. It's rather shameful how happy just being in a bookstore makes me. I've always been an avid reader and the thrill of finding a new story to dive into is something I hope to never lose. I ended up with The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky and Night by Ellie Wiesel. I've read Night several times, and thought it was a shame I didn't just own it. The Perks of Being a Wallflower is interesting so far. It's fairly light and easy reading, so it shouldn't take too long. Kev picked up Night and said he was interested. He couldn't possibly know how exciting it is to share such a passion of mine (history, that is - the Holocaust in particular) with him, even in such a passive way. I really hope he reads it.