Two more 'firsts' we can check off the list

I feel like I've done nothing but complain over the past several days, so before I get back to that, let's focus on something positive!

Over the weekend my mom came for a visit, and Jakey experienced two exciting "firsts."

On Friday night we met Mom at a yummy Japanese steakhouse, Sumo, for Jake's first Japanese made-in-front-of-you meal. Sumo has a koi pond in the lobby (it doesn't smell bad at all, which always surprises me for some reason, but it's really lovely), and they allow reservations. With our crew, it's always nice to be able to walk in and get a table immediately.

Here we are, just having gotten settled in at our table. Nick and Jake immediately began -- what else? -- a light saber battle with their chopsticks at the table. Although it hadn't occurred to me that this would be their natural inclination, I can't think for the life of me why my brain didn't immediately go there. YOUR brains probably immediately went there; I mean, it is OUR KIDS we're talking about.



Once we'd nixed the chopstick/light saber battle, we settled in for The Wait. That's the only thing I really don't care for about these places ... they don't send the chef over until your table is full. There were six of us, and we had four open spaces.



Luckily, three young women joined us within a few minutes, and our food cart rolled in the door.



Even though our food cart rolled in, we still didn't have our chef, but luckily the waitress brought our ginger salads. GUESS WHO LOVES GINGER SALAD.



Jake dug into that salad like nothing I've ever seen. I don't think he's even ever tasted a regular green salad, but he's certainly seen us eat hundreds of them. He stuck his hands right in the bowl and went for it.



Nathaniel is the only one in the family who DOESN'T like the ginger salad, so he ignored it and started watching the chef prepare the cooktop.



Here's our other Ginger Salad Fan. Nick has only had it twice (the other two times in his life we've come), but he LOVES it. He remembered it from our last visit, which must have been at least 18 months to two years ago. Slightly more civilized than Jakey, he ate his with a fork.



Meanwhile, our chef started our fried rice. Y.U.M. I could eat that all day. Next to Grayson, you can see one of the lovely young women who saved us from starvation by joining our table. They were completely smitten with the boys, especially Jakey.



"More ginger salad, please." After he polished off HIS bowl, he started in on mine. I was so entertained by it, I shared.



It helped that by then, my fried rice had been heaped on my plate. Help me, Rhonda. That is SOME GOOD STUFF.



Next, our chef started the noodles, veggies and tofu. They really sizzled up a storm, and the boys were all very entertained.



At least, I THINK Jake was entertained. It was hard to tell if he was focusing on anything other than the Ginger Salad, which, as any 14-month-old worth his salt will tell you, is finger-lickin' good.



As we ate, we continued to enjoy the show going on on the cooktop. There was plenty of fire and sizzle to keep us captivated.



The chef's hands moved so quickly, they were literally a blur. So were Grayson's, shoveling the food into his mouth. (I love you, honey, but seriously. Your hand is moving as fast as his is.)



Mom ("Mop") and Nathaniel stopped to strike a pose for me about halfway through the meal.



Nathaniel lost interest in the ACTUAL food long before he lost interest in the food PREPARATION. He loved watching our chef at work.



Finally the chef got around to cooking the meats. Grayson had scallops, I had chicken, the boys had chicken and shrimp, the lovely young women had steak and shrimp, and Mom had tofu (which I know isn't meat, but was cooked near the meat).



Nick really liked his shrimp, which he'd never had before Labor Day when our friend Alex grilled them in Chattanooga, but he really likes now.



About this time, Jake had reduced both my salad bowl and his own to THIS:



And then he stuck his fists in it and tried to suck all the juice off of them. He ended up looking like he'd taken a bath in it.



All in all, a very successful outing to Sumo! We are grateful to my parents for treating us to such a nice meal, and to Mom for sharing the evening with us.

Once we got home, Mom broke out the caramel cake she'd made for her visit. It's one of her specialties, and Nathaniel and Nicholas LOVE it. Jake had never had it, hence it was his other "first" of the weekend.

"Hmm. What have we here? It MIGHT be something I'd like to try."



"Yes ... yes. I do believe it is satisfactory. In fact, it might be even BETTER than satisfactory. Dimple, what do YOU think?"



"I do believe it's one of the BEST things I've ever tasted. More, please!"



"I will come at you with my mouth open if I have to. How can I get MORE OF THAT?"



"Ahhhh, yes. CARAMEL ICING. It is perfection."



"Mop, I will now kiss you with my slobbery, caramel-laden mouth. Thank you so much for this cake. My world will never be the same again."



"Mommy, do not let her leave. She holds the key to all that I now hold near and dear. YUM."

Bedtime update

Well, friends, it's 12:44 a.m. and it's gone down one degree upstairs ... to 84.

I have ceded victory to the A/C failure ... I now see that I can't lower the temperature just by willing it down with my mind.

I'm going to bunk on the couch, while the intrepid duo of Grayson and Jake tough it out upstairs.

Here's to a better day tomorrow!

The Great Heat of Aught-Nine

Some people live-blog awards shows. Some people live-blog sporting events. Over here at Grass Stains, we live-blog air-conditioning outages.

Here we are at 9:47 Central Time, and it's still 85 degrees upstairs. I'd hoped to be able to catch it a little cooler, but I was out of luck.


I might give it the old college try one more time before I go to bed.


I did go in to check on the boys about an hour ago. They said, "Mommy, it's not really too bad." But the hair matted to their heads and the sweat running in rivulets down their faces gave them away. So I offered them a "campout in the playroom." Needless to say, they jumped at the opportunity.



Jakey is still in his crib ...


Although there's a sweat spot where his forehead just was, and his hair is curling up and sticking to his head, his skin isn't too warm and he is sleeping peacefully. I have his overhead fan on full-blast, and it seems to be cooling him a little bit. I also just have him in PJ bottoms, not the tops. I'll check on him again in an hour ... taking him to our bed would just be more of the same, but I could always bring him down to the den with me. I keep telling myself, just 14 months ago he was living in 98.6-degree heat 24/7. This might feel like a balmy vacation to him.

I won't be able to update with news of the new A/C until after work tomorrow, but pray with me that it gets installed quickly. These Alabama summer days don't play around.

Our reality

Tonight, after the sun went down:


It's not a "dry heat." And somehow, it feels even hotter than 85 degrees.

The boys are just roasting up there. I think I'm going to have to sleep on the couch. If they can't sleep, I think I'll bring them all down here with me.

Tomorrow -- and our new A/C -- can't come soon enough.

Hot. Hot. HAWT.

Over the course of Sunday -- and contributing to the migraine I mentioned in the previous post -- the temperature in our house reached 82 degrees. Inside. I repeat, INSIDE.

The A/C unit that serves our upstairs level is broken. We have had it serviced regularly since we've owned our house (10 years in November), and over the years have poured more than a couple of thousand dollars into it.

Today we got the news that we can either put $1,500 into it to get us through the summer, or pay $4,000 and get a new unit. As painful as it is, I think we're going to have to go with the new unit. Otherwise, that $1,500 will be more money on top of what we've put into it the last three summers in a row, and that just seems foolish. We would then have a 16-year-old unit with one new part.

Could this COME at a worse time? I guess it could. But I can't think of when that would be.

Minuses of This Situation
- $4,000
- This in no way helps Grayson get a job.

Pluses of This Situation
- This morning the house was sufficiently hot enough that my eyeliner and lipstick had melted just a little bit, so they went on like buttah.

How's that for a silver lining?

Migraines totally suck

After church yesterday, I spent the better part of the day out of commission by way of a migraine. I have had more of them in the last couple of months than I had in the entire year prior to that. I think it's probably stress, although honestly I don't feel all that stressed. The general opinion of those around me is that I internalize it. Whatever. All I know is, I've been having a lot of migraines and I hate it.

I have learned something about myself, though, over the last couple of months. When I'm lying in bed, trying to get over a migraine, and I start that sort of delirious panic: "What if I have an aneurysm? What if this is the end? What if I'm about to stroke out and I don't know it? WHAT IF THIS IS THE BIG ONE?" ...

When I'm lying there in that state, apparently my top priorities come into focus. Because when I say the prayer to God to please save me from this one and keep me alive, this is what it invariably sounds like: "Lord, please don't take me now. I want so badly to live to enjoy my grandchildren. And I have to know how Lost ends."

So there you have it. I didn't even know it until recently, but apparently my children's babies and Damon and Carlton's baby are pretty much what I'm living for.

It IS only June, right?

Every time I took maternity leave, I had the strange sensation of being unaware, at times, of what day it was. Like I'd look at a calendar in the middle of the week and have to think REALLY HARD about whether it was Tuesday the 2nd, Wednesday the 3rd or Thursday the 4th. Ultimately I'd decide it was Wednesday the 3rd, only to have someone tell me on the phone later that it was Saturday.

But something happened to me on Friday that I'm pretty sure has never happened to me before. I saw something that made me forget what MONTH it was.

I was in Hobby Lobby picking something up for a baby shower, and on my way through the store to get to the party supply section, I came upon THIS:



And I was all, WHOA. IT'S NOT EVEN HALLOWEEN YET. And then I turned around and almost bumped into THIS:



So this was not a one-shot deal, some strange Christmas ornament display in a corner of the store, all by itself. And after I processed the fact that it's not Halloween yet, my mind started literally sputtering in my head ... "It's ... wait a minute. It's ... we haven't had Labor Day. It's ... we haven't gone to the lake yet for our August trip to Chattanooga. It's ... we haven't gone to the BEACH yet for the 4th of July. It's ... IT'S JUNE."

Not to be deterred, I hung a right at the next aisle:



And the next:



AND THE NEXT:



It was no fluke. THERE WAS MORE OF IT THAN JUST WHAT'S IN THESE PHOTOS. I just couldn't bring myself to take any more pictures of it IN JUNE. I felt like my world was imploding. I fear that I may not be able to enter Hobby Lobby again until November.

WHAT IS UP WITH THIS?

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Following a harrowing week

I love being on vacation. What I DON'T love are the few days before I take vacation and the few days after I come BACK from vacation, when I feel like my head is going to explode from all of the preparation to leave the office and the amount of work I'm presented with as I try to play catch-up upon my return.

I am only in the office for three days next week, and then I'll be gone for 12 days. I also have a new manager, new co-workers, new projects, and a whole slew of Meetings I'm In Charge Of. So you can imagine that this past week has been quite a nightmare, trying to get all my ducks in a row to be ready to leave All This Work behind for an extended period of time.

Listed below are a few gems (without attribution ... sorry) that perfectly articulate how I felt at work at various points in the week:

- Indecision is the key to flexibility.
- There is absolutely no substitute for a genuine lack of preparation.
- The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant.
- The careful application of terror is also a form of communication.
- Someone who thinks logically is a nice contrast to the real world.
- I have seen the truth and it makes no sense.
- If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.
- One seventh of your life is spent on Monday.
- By the time you make ends meet, they move the ends.
- This is as bad as it can get, but don't count on it.

But we're coming up on a solid week and a half with friends and family, most of it spent at the beach, lots of it spent getting to know Jonah, and all of it a respite that I most definitely need. So here's to July! Bring it on.

Noticing ...

Recently I've found a few more blogs I enjoy reading, and it occurs to me that the more blogs I read, the fewer original thoughts it seems I have. So many people write things that I'm thinking or have thought in the past, things that sometimes I'm astonished that anyone else is weird enough to think.

Like the fact that I was sort of uncomfortable with halogen lightbulbs when they came out (and remain so), because they aren't shaped like a lightbulb. I was like, "What was wrong with the lightbulb shape? I get the new technology, but can't we keep the comforting, bulbous shape of the bulb? This isn't even a BULB. It's like a shape that a 12-year-old girl squiggles under her signature on a letter to a friend." Who else would publicly lament the changing shape of a lightbulb? Abraham.

And like the fact that forms are The Bane of my Existence. They pop up all the time ... at work, at the pediatrician's office, at the elementary school, at daycare, in the mail ... and I swear I feel like I fill out some of the same ones again, and again, and again, and again. If I typed the word AGAIN about a thousand more times, you might get the idea about how tedious I find this repetition. And why does this form about MY medical care require GRAYSON'S driver's license number? But I don't need to write a post that explains any of it eloquently, because Sarah already has.

Oh, and I can't forget about how I feel about suppertime. Even though our circumstances are a little different, Jenna nailed it with this one. Grayson's usually got supper ready or at least in the works before I get home, but I suppose I'm still waiting on the day when it seems less complicated ... the Entire Supper Experience, if you will ... when do you think that might happen? When they're 8, 6 and 3? When they're 12, 10 and 7? I have no clue.

Lastly, I've always made an effort to be kind to other people on elevators. I routinely ask people coming down the hall, "Are you going up?" so that they don't have to wait on the next car to arrive ... they can ride with me. Sometimes I ask, "What floor?" so that I can punch their button for them as they get on. And I have even been known to compliment someone's cute shoes (yesterday) or laptop bag (last week) just to be polite and to Acknowledge Their Existence in my Airspace. So this post of Jennifer's totally cracked me up, because so rarely do people speak to me first, if at all ... Elevator Etiquette is really a strange thing. I've been thinking about it for years.

I suppose the phenomenon of this like-mindedness is due partly to the fact that I'm drawn to bloggers who have the same sense of humor that I do and who are in the same phase of life. We enjoy the same TV shows and we tend to think of things in similar ways, and apparently, express ourselves in the written word similarly.

It's like all of a sudden having new friends to exchange ideas and have fun conversations with, except it's less give-and-take and more just-take.

But speaking of new friends, I've also been thinking lately about how strange it is to me that I have made some new friends in the last year. Not that I'm the type of person who is incapable of making friends, you know, but because I'm 36 and it's not like I've moved to a new city, changed churches or taken up a new activity. All of those things are the same. So it's funny to me that I'm sort of in the middle of making a few new friendships. How did THAT happen? I'm loving it.

So, about new blogs and new friends ... if you author or visit any blogs you think I'd like, send me an e-mail or leave them in the Comments. I can always make room for Just One More.

Hindsight is 20/20

Don't you think we're pretty safety-conscious today? With the exception of motorcyclists not being required to wear helmets in all states, it seems like we have fairly comprehensive safety checks in place for ourselves and our children.

Then again, I'm sure people felt that way back in the '70s, too ... but plenty of people I know rode around without seatbelts, and certainly none of us wore helmets when we rode our bicycles. Every once in a while when we get in conversations about "the old days," I hear things like this:

"Can you BELIEVE I used to sit on the armrest of my dad's truck on the way to church every Sunday? No seatbelt ... NO SEAT!"

"That's nothing! When I was a baby, I rode around in a BASKET on the floorboard of the backseat."

"Ha! My parents used to send us outside on our bikes at 9:00, and we would ride around all over creation for six hours before coming home."

It makes me wonder what we're allowing today that will look totally ridiculous in 20 years.

"Back around the turn of the century, motorcyclists only had to wear helmets. Full body armor didn't even EXIST."

"We used to set off fireworks WITH OUR BARE HANDS!"

"My parents changed my diapers on this table that DIDN'T HAVE RAILS or any kind of straps to keep me from falling off."

"We had these things called 'skateboards' that were just pieces of fiberglass that you rode around on standing up. Some people rode ramps and did big jumps on them and stuff. I KNOW."

"Our car only had six airbags!"

"I rode around in our minivan in a car seat with a five-point harness. WHAT WERE MY PARENTS THINKING?"

A place for everything, and everything in its place

When we come upstairs from the garage every day, the kitchen is the Dumping Ground for everything that comes out of everyone's pockets, backpacks, etc. It is also traditionally known as a convenient place for kicking off shoes and leaving them in the middle of the floor where they can be tripped over. (Not my shoes, mind you, but there are a lot of people who live here besides me.)

But I am hoping that those days have come to an end. Why is that? Because I've been hoarding, my friends. I've been hoarding checks from my grandmother. Christmas check, Easter check, birthday check. I've also been hoarding gift cards. Over the last year I received three gift cards to Pottery Barn. All remained unspent and unredeemed until three weeks ago. And friends, three weeks ago I ordered THIS:



And it is finally here, in our kitchen. If you don't know what "this" is, it's half of an entryway suite from Pottery Barn. And I am hoping it revolutionizes our kitchen.

I was absolutely beside myself when the delivery company called to say it would be delivered last week. They said that not only would they DELIVER it, but they would also ASSEMBLE it. And assemble, they did.



When I came through the door from work that evening, the kitchen smelled like that magic scent of Almost Wood. Oh, wood-veneer-over-a-solid-wood-finish, how I love you so. You are so practical and useful for a family with three young boys. Please do not disappoint me.

One of the best things about The Arrival of the Furniture was that the family had already started putting it to use.

They'd plugged their PSPs and the video camera up to the handy-dandy charging station. (Mail was in that center tray above the charging station, but I'd already read it and tossed it before I took the pictures. Bummer.)



Grayson had put his wallet, keys, pen and lip balm into his basket. (I had done my part by pre-printing nametags for everyone and having them ready to go at the time of delivery.)



My basket was empty and waiting for me. [Blissful sigh.]



Nathaniel had put a letter from my mom in his basket.



And Nick's was empty, but that was OK because I was just pleased he was already charging his PSP. We can work on Basket Filling Skills later.



And O to the M to the G. SHOES WERE IN THE DRAWER, NOT IN THE FLOOR. Be still, my beating heart.


I am still walking on air.

Black-and-gold magnets for Jonah are here!

In case you'd been wanting to purchase a magnet to support Jonah but weren't wild about the blue design, the shipment of black-and-gold magnets has arrived.

Originally conceived as the Wake Forest Demon Deacons' (Go, Deacs!) alternative to what we thought was going to be the Carolina blue magnet (but which turned out to be kind of turquoise), it might be a good fit for The Manly Men out there.

PLUS, the Deacons don't have a monopoly on black-and-gold things. As far as I'm concerned, if you are a New Orleans Saints, Pittsburgh Steelers (or Penguins!), University of Iowa or University of Missouri fan, come on out and enjoy the party. You Georgia Tech Yellowjackets could even tell yourselves they're black and yellow! We just want to get the word out about EB and precious Jonah.

Click one of the links in my sidebar to order the color of your choice through Jonah's Support Group. Thank you so much for supporting Matt, Patrice and Jonah!

Moooooooooooooooooooo

Chick-fil-A will give a free meal to customers who come to any of its restaurants on July 10 dressed as a cow. (Is now the appropriate time to say Nothing is Beneath Me?)

The giveaway is part of the Atlanta-based chain’s fifth-annual Cow Appreciation Day (!!), which honors its "Eat Mor Chikin" Cows.

In a related promotion, parents can enter photos of their cow-clad children as part of a "Show Us the Cow" online photo contest for a chance to win a $1,000 U.S. Savings Bond. Between now and Aug. 31, children ages 10 and younger are encouraged to work with an adult to submit creative photos of themselves dressed as cows. The contest Web site has details about uploading photos and contest rules.

The grand prize winner will receive a U.S. Series EE Savings Bond with a maturity value of $1,000, a catered party for their classroom, free Chick-fil-A Kid's Meals for a year and a digital camera, among other gifts.

Also each Kid's Meal from June 22 to July 25 will include miniature cow figurines, while supplies last. One out of every 100 of the cows will have gold spots instead of the traditional black spots and will be packaged with a card redeemable for a free ice cream.

Building a boy band

This morning Nathaniel came into the bathroom while I was getting ready for work:

Nathaniel: "Mommy, when I am 10 and Nicholas is 8, we're going to start writing songs."

Me: "Well, that's WONDERFUL! What made you decide to start writing songs?"

Nathaniel: "We saw a Jonas Brothers commercial on TV. LOOKS LIKE FUN."




So now that I know what it takes to bring out my kids' creativity, you can expect to see me break out my best serious squint-stare, suit jackets, suit vests, mufflers (apparently) and prodigious amounts of hair product. Ohhhh, the hair product.

I know you're all looking forward to it.

Why I'm all about cutting the people some slack

Late this afternoon, my sister sent me a link to a story letting All of Us Interested Parties know that The Gosselins filed for divorce today. I've watched the show for a little over a year now, and I've seen all the episodes, seeing as how TLC airs them about 50 times each in tight rotation.

It used to be roughly 80 percent about the kids, 20 percent about the parents. But over the last season, it became more of a 50/50 split, I'd say. And THIS season, even though we're only a few episodes in, it's become more like 80/20 in favor of the parents.

It's always been something I watched with the boys, but I deleted the first [very painful] episode of the season from TiVo before they could watch it, because -- let's face it -- it was really an adult episode. It was like a real-life episode of Thirtysomething, one of the really sad ones. The next two have been OK -- Emeril was pretty entertaining, at least, and his banter in the kitchen cut through the passive-aggression between Jon and Kate like buttah. Not as hard to watch.

Still, when I got the news today, I was sad for them. I'm interested in what they'll have to say tonight. I know that the majority of people feel as though they brought the media spotlight on themselves and they've done nothing but "feed the beast," but I truly do feel sorry for them, that their marriage has crumbled, their family is suffering, and right now it looks like irreparable damage has been done.

This is how my sister and I debriefed today from our thousands-of-miles-apart locations:

My sister: [Blank e-mail with a link to people.com]

Me: I'm not surprised at all anymore, but I AM a little surprised they filed today in advance of The Episode airing. And I hope they don't film anymore for next season, showing the breakup of the family, because I think it will be so hard to see the kids working through it. Of course, if they DO film it, I'll probably watch it. Or maybe not. I guess it depends on how apparent it is that the kids are feeling wretched. If it's too hard to watch, I'd give it up.

My sister: It surprised me that they filed before the episode aired, too, but they must've done it right before the court closed in PA, and hoped it wouldn't get out. I'm sure there were "news" organizations stalking the clerk's office, checking the filings every hour or so. It is sad, but they both seemed miserable. I haven't watched it since I saw it last at your house, but all the clips I've seen on "The Soup" and the internet made Kate seem vicious and Jon seem like a turd.

Me: I am able to get past it and continue to watch. I give them the benefit of the doubt because I bet if someone taped my life and edited it in a dark room without my input, I'd probably look vicious and Grayson would probably look like a turd. Ha!

My sister: Word.

The best laid plans ...

Our weekend started out really nicely ... I slept in on Saturday morning, and we packed up and went to the pool on Saturday afternoon. Unfortunately, while we were there, I started getting a headache (I suffer from migraines).

When we got home, I took my medicine and took a shower in the dark, trying to keep the migraine at bay. Unfortunately, it didn't work. I went downstairs to sit with everyone while they ate supper, then played with the kids a little before bedtime ... but soon I had to head upstairs to begin the inevitable process.

It was a long night of searing pain, getting up countless times to throw up, and tossing and turning (gently) in the bed trying to find a position that caused the least pounding in my head. I think it's hard for people who've never had a migraine to grasp what being in the throes of one is really like. The pain is so bad that it's literally blinding, and you hurt so much that all you can do is eek out periodic bursts of prayer that God will spare you and return you to normal. But at that point, you can't even remember what "normal" feels like. Oh, the torture of a migraine. (WHINE MUCH?)

And all of this on Father's Day Weekend. I'd planned to be up early (for me) yesterday, to fix lunch for everyone, give Grayson the afternoon off so that he could take a nap and read a book, then take everyone out to supper last night.* Instead, I spent Sunday in the bed, still with the remnants of the migraine, taking more medicine and hoping it wouldn't come back full-force. At some point in the evening, Grayson brought me six Saltines and some apple juice, the first thing I'd eaten since lunch on Saturday, and still the only thing I've eaten since then. Post-migraine, I'm always reluctant to eat, because I'm so scared that it won't stay down. I might try something light for lunch today.

So Grayson's Father's Day 2009 was spent as a single dad with no break to speak of. I did manage to get downstairs around lunchtime to pull his gifts out (Season 2 of Rome on DVD and a new Krispy Kreme sweatshirt to replace the one he just threw out because it was threadbare). And he did take the older boys to a movie yesterday afternoon while I kept Jake (poor Jake ... I was basically a bump on a log), but I'd planned for it to be a better day for him.

So, to Grayson today -- a day late -- thank you for all that you do every day for the boys. They have so enjoyed the extra time with you this summer, and they idolize you. I know we get bogged down in the everyday frantic pace of life, but they are taking notice of you, and they are taking notice of the time you're spending with them. We all love you very much! Happy Father's Day from all of us.

* I bet you thought I was going to say "fix BREAKFAST for everyone." But Grayson didn't think I was going to say that. He knows.

Reasons for embarrassing repetitive stress hand injuries which I may or may not have experienced in the past and/or be experiencing today

- playing too much Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook (135,000 points last Saturday! Total fluke!)

- playing too much PathWords on Facebook

- fast-forwarding through too many segments of America's Next Top Model reruns on TiVo (ALWAYS the part when Tyra says "Congratulations ... You're still in the running toward becoming America's Next [gets verklempt] Top Mottle.")

- reaching too many times in a row for the Snooze Button

Confusion at DQ

Driving past Dairy Queen the other day, I stopped in my tracks:



Did that say what I THINK it said?



Yes.


I'm glad I was going to O'Carr's to pick up chicken salad, not going through the DQ drive-through. I'm not sure I would have known what to do.

Oh, and by the way, I submitted the pictures to Fail. We'll see if they're as perplexed as I was.