The most expensive soap, can't afford this with the Uber gig.

Okay, so normally I look at the price before I buy something. Back in the day when I was still raking in the big bucks Big Daddy and I were at Farm's Fresh Market. We were just picking up a few things, this store is expensive. They have it all that any good Grosse Pointer could want, but we just usually get Friday dinner and a few things. At the check-out they had a basket of soap. When I picked it up to look at it one of the worker bees told me that stuff was flying out the door, what did I think of it. Well, gosh darn that cinched it, I had to try this fabulous soap.

I took it home and unwrapped it as that is how I was taught to treat soap, you must unwrap it and let it sit before you use it. (When Punkin Head went off to college my mother sent him a case of unwrapped Ivory soap.) So then I quit my job, had just put the fabulous flying out the door soap in the shower and off we went to Farm's Fresh Market. As we were checking out I grabbed the soap looked at the price and screamed. It was $12.99 U.S. dollars. Who in the hell was as stupid as me to be buying this soap. I kept asking BD, the cheapest man in the world why he had not told me the price of the soap. He didn't look either.

Now we are showering with this soap and it is the soap from hell. There is no lather, it does not feel silky, it does not smell like the wings of an angel. It is crap. Every day I am bitching about this soap. Then one day I go in and the soap has committed suicide in the shower. This soap is now nasty. There was at least 6 dollars worth of crappy soap left.

WTF.

39 years ago we said yes,

Big Daddy getting the car ready.

So we decided to do something different this year, we went out to dinner.

We never go out to dinner here and now I remember  why. The only decent restaurants closed down.

We went to the newly revamped Marais. It was not a good thing. My duck was undercooked and the fat was not rendered. BD's trout was dry. The chocolate dessert tasted like wood. It was 166.00 pre tip and we were not feeling the love. And that was only 2 glasses of wine, 2 apps, 2 entrees and one dessert.

We then thought to take the trolley, but we never saw the trolley. You know, the one that runs every ten minutes. And the trolley app for the cell phone did not work. We ended up at a store opening that was bizarre, some kind of candles made from bee hives in Grosse Pointe and a dive bar in the park.

Saturday was much better; we went to Luxe for lunch and split a bacon cheeseburger. If you are going to cheat you need something luscious.