I walked up to Jennilyn this morning for a hug and told her that I was looking forward to going to Fred Meyer with her and Kadence today.
“Visiting an old haunt?” She replied.
“Visiting an old honk?” I inquired.
“Haunt.”
Haunt? I suppose we’re getting close to Halloween, but I had never heard the expression ‘old haunt’ before. A quick search on dictionary.com revealed the definition Jenni referred to, number nine: Often, haunts. a place frequently visited: to return to one’s old haunts.
In looking back, the one-stop shopping Fred Meyer has been one of our old haunts. When Jenni and I courted, I would stop by the Fred Meyer in Battle Ground to pick up flowers, sweets, or a movie. On some occasions when Jenni had cabin fever, we’d make a date out of going to Fred Meyer.
After we married, one of our favorite date activities has been a one-two combo of Fred Meyer for Soy Delicious ice cream then Hollywood Videos for a movie.
So, yeah, visiting an old haunt. Learned something today.
We finished up the rest of the items the baby will need on Saturday. We picked up some socks and were just amazed at how small they were. Then again, everything was small—from the shirts, pants, and caps. I guess it’s good that they’re small, otherwise the baby would have a hard time getting out of mommy.