By the time I left work today I was tired, really tired. It is like my body is finally telling me it needs rest to get over that last little bit of sinus infection and it is telling me this much more fiercely than it told me when it was really sick.
I contemplated going home and sleeping and that is what I would have done had Andy not needed to work late and it was my duty to pick up the baby and take care of her and get her to bed. For you childless people out there, savor taking a nap whenever you feel like it…this is something you will miss once your bouncing baby arrives…
I needed a different plan since sleep was not an option. Since I ran at lunch today and ate a cold lunch, I thought perhaps it was a caloric or fluid intake problem. I looked to the backseat and saw the following scene and therefore decided to extend the car ride and stop at the Westside Drive-In.
Backseat driver
When I decided to take my drive-in diversion, it was ostensibly for dinner but I really knew that I was jonesing for a milkshake. It suddenly made sense to me that a milkshake would cure my visit to the tired doldrums and I immediately began scouring the menu for the flavors.
I don’t believe I have had a milkshake since I was pregnant and I almost gave up on my drinkable knight in shining Styrofoam when none of the flavors were jumping out at me. Luckily the drive-thru attendant piped up and said, “you can mix flavors.”
Well that has to be the best idea I have heard in 2010. I immediately ordered a chocolate banana milkshake.
The rest of the order took awhile to cook, so I sucked on my milkshake and waited. It turns out that Chef Lou threw in some mozzarella sticks since I had asked about them but not ordered them, so I could give their hand-made, cheesy goodness a try.
Once I had the order, I meandered home, in absolutely no hurry since Belén was asleep and I was sucking my milkshake.
And just when you were starting to feel this story was completely pointless, I have another quasi pointless thing to add.
A person I interact with more frequently as of late is totally into metaphors. When used at inappropriate moments, they can be annoying, but other times I find myself amused by them.
So as I sucked on my straw, a milkshake metaphor hit me and caused me to chuckle inside.
Drinking a banana milkshake from a straw is much like the trials and tribulations we face in life. Usually, with a little effort, the milkshake moves through the straw and we are able to enjoy it. Sometimes though a piece of banana gets lodged into the straw and we have to work harder to enjoy it. There are even other times when a banana becomes so stuck there is no way trying harder is going to alleviate the problem. It is these times when we need to adjust our approach in order to solve the problem and finish enjoying the milkshake.
And like the banana milkshake, while things are not always smooth sailing, life is delicious and enjoyable.
Are you in my camp now on finding metaphors a bit annoying but at the same time comical? Was a milkshake too big of a stretch?
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You are so funny! Love this because it’s so simple and I can picture every moment. The metaphor is hilarious, keep it up. Makes me want a milkshake and some cheese sticks, I am still doing low-carb, craving a little bit of the good stuff now and then.
I love your picture of your “back seat driver” and I agree with Jaimee, now I too am craving a chocolate banana milkshake!
I can’t believe you haven’t had a milkshake since you were pregnant. Matt and I have one once a week at LEAST and we have to talk each other out of having one more often then that. Right now we actually have it scheduled that he will be bringing milkshakes home after work on Friday. We’re THAT addicted.
Anyway, love the metaphor and it’s perfect.
oh, absolutely. I found a metaphor for an existential crisis in a snowstorm, for Pete’s sake. Blogged about it, too.
Excellent pick on the mix – when I read what the girl said, banana and chocolate was the first combination that came to mind. It just works. Yum! Now I feel like a milkshake. Even though it’s minus 3 degrees celsius outside.
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I too had a chocolate/banana milkshake yesterday when Taryn suprised me with it. I have a bug and it comes with an extremely sore throat and she knows how much those milkshakes help out. I usually order that combo most often if we indulge and we do every so often. Life is too short not too so enjoy.
like my pappy used to say, when things get all clogged up and it’s obvious sucking harder won’t work, you just gotta turn the straw around backwards to get the fruit off it.
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