So today was fun. Good church, lunch at a local hamburger place with the best waffle fries ever, and then my interview at Avenue, which went swimmingly. Almost definitely have a job, unless
katysdiary upholds her threat and tells the manager all sorts of horror stories on me.
So after my interview I did a little random shopping out of boredom. I've been on a flip-flop hunt, looking for cute ones that aren't just your average $2 Wal-Mart variety, but still cheap. I went to Kohls and found a cute pair. I also learned, via the five-year old girl in line behind me, that Thumper is actually the Easter Bunny, and that he has email. Seriously, y'all this girl was adorable. This is the conversation:
GIRL: Mom, can I have some candy?
MOM: No sweetie, you can't have candy. Remember, you got in trouble with the candy? I had to tell the Easter Bunny not to bring you any because you are in trouble.
GIRL: *gasp* You know Thumper?
MOM: He has email.
GIRL: *pause* What's his email address?
MOM: Only mommies know it. Otherwise you would email him, and only mommies can tell him if you get candy.
ME: *silently dies laughing*
So I come home, blah blah, normal afternoon, watch some TV, play a little Sims, make some icons for my icon contests, and then about 11:30 I am totally bored, hungry, and still not tired. Mark, it transpires is also hungry. This calls for a random sneaking-out-of-the-house-to-get-McDonal
ds run. That accomplished, I return upstairs, sit down, and not five minutes after I have delivered Mark his chicken nuggets he IMs me and says "help. come down here now." I proceed to freak out, run downstairs, to discover that Mark mistook a bottle of rasperry vinagrette dressing for barbecue sauce, and consequently has spilled it ALL over the carpet, chair, himself, desk, and keyboard of his computer. Woe. His words? "Oh good, it didn't get on my nuggets. That would be nasty." I'm like...uh...who cares about the nuggets, dude, if you don't get this up quick, your mother will murdelize you. You'll never eat another nugget again! Although it smells lovely now, it is quickly staining the carpet, which our mother is highly protective of, being that this house is brand new. So we quickly fetch the industrial strength carpet cleaner (WHY we have this is anyone's guess) and manage to get the stain out, for the most part. The keyboard is another story, but that's his problem, not mine.