Tales of Woe

Yesterday my parents stopped by on their way back home from visiting my sister. The timing of this visit worked out so that they got here at about 2 or so in the afternoon. I don't technically get off work until 5. So they were unattended in my home all that time. That always creeps me out. And there's so much alcohol in my refrigerator right now (vacation leftovers and pre-vacation wine) and zero food (because I haven't been grocery shopping yet), so they probably think I'm a total raging alcoholic and are probably currently staging an intervention (or interference as some of you like to say).

So I left work 30 minutes early and we all went to dinner. Then they left immediately after dinner to head home. About five minutes after they left, I realized that I didn't have my phone. I figured I had either left it in their Suburban or had left it at the restaurant. I don't have a home phone. Soooooo, I raced out the door to go across town to Kevin's to use his phone to try to call them before they got too far out of town and realized that I don't know anybody's phone numbers by heart because they're all programmed in my cell phone, so I had to dig up an old address book that had their cell phone number in it. So 30 minutes later, I called them and called my cell phone to see if they could hear it ringing. They could. So they had to turn around and bring it back to me. But all's well that ends well, I guess.

Alias was good. No tales of woe there.

This morning I drove through at Chick-Fil-A and ordered chicken minis because they're so delicious. The drive through guy erroneously thought I wanted the 3 piece chicken minis, when instead I wanted the 4 piece chicken minis. Did he really think I'm the kind of girl who is sustained by a mere 3 piece? Big momma was hongry!

And then...I was going to use my frequent drive through card, but couldn't find it anywhere....until I drove off and found it in my purse. It was very ironic in an Alanis Morissette kind of way (that way in which things aren't ironic at all, just bad luck).