On Tuesday, I was going to take Sonic drinks to the masses and drop off a dozen Cherry Limeades to Kevin's office. Alas, Kevin decided it was too busy for me to stop by. I'm kind of glad, though. When Lauren got off work, we packed up Lubbock and began our short drive to Sonic. About a mile away, traffic came to a complete stop. I was freaking out ... how can the line for Sonic be a mile long? Lauren kept insisting there had to be another explanation. "No," I said. "There is no stop light between us and Sonic. This has to be the line. Chicago has been waiting for a Sonic and now we're in a one mile line in pursuit of happiness." Okay, I was a little dramatic. Indeed, there was a small accident and traffic had gone down to one lane.
As we arrived at Sonic, there were traffic cones and lots of employees not allowing people into the parking lot. Instead, they directed us to the far end of the Wal-Mart parking lot. We were put in a line with other cars ... all full of people wanting the same thing ... a Sonic meal. Yes, we waited 45 minutes in line just to get into a Sonic stall! We then ordered our food from someone obviously not too familiar with the menu (apparently Illinois needs to learn that white gravy is an appropriate thing to dip fries into!) and then received our food from a youngster on skates that couldn't count change. If an order totals $10.36 and I give you $11.36 (I believe in tipping at Sonic), my change is not $.64. It will get better, it has to get better. But, Lubbock had his first taste of Cherry Limeade (how Britney Spears of me as Lauren put it).
Kevin drove by last night and said the line is still in the Wal-Mart parking lot. He doesn't think it's worth the wait as much as I do.
On to a different topic. Kevin's son. (I'm denying parental ties at this moment.) For the third time in the last week, he's taken off his diaper at nap time and taken aim on the floor of his nursery. Kevin's son. I just don't know what to do. I'm not ready to potty train a 15 month old. I guess I'm going to let him nap with pants on. He hasn't figured out how to take those off yet.
My husband is 32 today. That's crazy old! I can't believe it. He's so nonchalant about his birthdays. Me? I celebrate for a whole week. Kevin? He went to work today. He's taking tomorrow off, but only because he needs to actually get an Illinois license. He's finally giving up his Texas one. He needs to register to vote, too. I still don't know what we're going to do for his birthday. I've tried looking for something cool, but in the big city of Chicagoland, there's NOTHING going on. I think it's because school starts around now. He said he is going to go with my sister to Karaoke tonight. Singing is probably not on his agenda, but I'm sure a few Coors Light are. He deserves a relaxing time. Lauren is babysitting on Saturday evening, so we'll go out to dinner. But, there's nothing to open for his birthday. He'd rather go shopping then open a gift. I'm the opposite. I like the surprise. Then again, I hate the surprise when I know there's a surprise. If that makes sense.
Anyway, I'm going to go see about a nap before Lubbock wakes up from his.