Shaboom starts day 1 of waitressing.
I did a quick calculation of how much walking that was and it came to..... a lot of frigging walking. So I dusted off that stroller, packed some tasty snacks for my 3 year old and headed out the door.
A little while later Hubby calls to see where we are:
Hubby: "You WALKED to Target?"
Me: "Yeah, and now we're going to Porto's Bakery. You want to join us for a hot ham and cheese croissant?"
Hubby: "Yeah! So I can give you a ride home! You must have walked 5 miles! I can't believe you walked to Target! I'll be right there." (click)
Sometimes I think Hubby's missing the point of this.
He rushed over for an emergency croissant. Assessed the situation as best he could and drove us home. To be honest I was a little relieved because I hadn't done my 40 flights of stairs yet.
After stairs I made crepes with ham, goat cheese, onions, red pepper, corn and béchamel for dinner.
When I checked mapmywalk I had gone a total of 5.16 miles. Which, in New York or Paris, is no big deal. But here in Burbank might just compel a husband to jump in his car and rescue his crazy wife from all that wicked walking.