So. I totally forgot to blog here today. I even forgot to blog at my own blog!

I’ve had a horrendous last two days. Let’s see if I can sum up.

Did you know the world is full of stupid people? Yes, you probably did. But let me tell you  a little bit about my stupid day yesterday.

Everything was going swimmingly until I got The Phone Call That Should Have Never Happened. It totally set the tone for the remainder of the day. I was ticked and with good reason. So I had to deal with that (I won’t go into it - it’s a work thing).

Then I had to leave work early to get to the post office before 5 and to get the kiddo to soccer by 6. So off to the post office I got first. I figured it would be better to pick up the package without my kiddo in tow.

I get there and there is, of course, a line. I have my little pink I Had A Delivery Slip and get in line. There’s a guy who is talking VERY LOUDLY on his cell phone in the line ahead of me. Finally, he whispers, “I’m at the post office. I gotta go.”

Dude. We already know your plans for the rest of the day. Like whispering THAT is going to make a difference??? HELLO!

So I’m standing there in holding my slip and he glances around and then looks at me with this look of terror and says, “Everyone is getting these!” And he holds his slip up for me to see and then says, “I wonder what it could be!”

Um. Okay. It’s the post office. I don’t think it’s a government conspiracy or anything.

I ignore him. He says it AGAIN. Like I didn’t hear him the first time.

“Um. Yeah. I’ve got a package to pick up,” I finally say.

Please do not engage in conversation with me anymore.

Yeah. I’m one of those folks who DOES NOT like to engage in conversation with total strangers.

I get my package, pick up the kid, feed him dinner, take him to practice, go to the mall to make a return and then I get a call from his dad. He’s working super late and the kiddo is going to spend the night with me. Which means I have to get his blanket and Sparky (yeah, security things) for bedtime. So I rush to meet the grandparents at the house and pick up the stuff. Then, since I hadn’t eaten dinner and I’m starving, we head to McDonald’s. Because I want cheap and fast and it’s 8 pm.

I get to the drive-thru and there’s this guy in a black truck in front of me. He veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery sloooooooooooooooowly pulls up to the window and croaks out, “Yeah, whaddaya got on the dollar menu?” I mean, he sounded like he smoked three packs a day. He was all gravely and stuff.

I couldn’t believe it! He actually MADE the order taker TELL HIM everything on the dollar menu when it was right in front of him. Of course, I had people tell me that maybe he didn’t know how to read. That’s possible I suppose. Then they asked what he ordered.

A double cheeseburger and a chicken sandwich.

I finally get my food and remove myself from public because…well…it was time.

The only bonus to the day? We got two toys in the Happy Meal. :bounce: