I live in an area that is VERY outdoorsy. Subarus, Berkenstocks, bicycle everywhere no matter what season, super outdoorsy, etc. And I don't fit these stereotypes at all. It isn't even like they're "common," But really, the very vast majority of people dress and live the same way, it's nuts. And they're nuts about it, like, no moderation at all, almost everyone wears the same exact things and does the same exact things.

And anyway, I need to drink some cinnamon dolce iced coffees and I need to not pay $3/coffee at The Bux, so I found a store that sells like, every imaginable syrup flavor in sugar free (I'm sugar free). My hubby drove me there to grab the syrups. He pulled to the front of the store to let me out near the entrance. It was a Saturday, this health food store just opened a new, huge store and it was very busy, tons of traffic. All of it would be your stereotypical "hippy" type people. (No offense, idk how to describe the crowd here.) Hemp and reusable shopping bags and gluten free radical feminists with butch haircuts everywhere, like you kicked an ant hill.

As I hop out of the truck (in a land of fuel friendly smart cars, some Subarus, and tons of bikes) my hubby YELLS: SHE DOESN'T USUALLY SHOP HERE! SHE DOESN'T EVEN RECYCLE! SHE HATES HILARY CLINTON! SHE ATE GLUTEN AT LUNCH TODAY!! SHE ISN'T GLUTEN FREEEE! HAHAHAH" Then he catcalled me a little before rolling up the window and pulling away to park. I LOVE HIM.

And everyone was staring at me the whole time, but it was kind of hilarious. But I wanted to tell this story and idk where to post it, I thought I'd post it here.

He's out of town and I miss him. And his ridiculous antics.