Stupid Pizza Man
5:03 p.m. x 2003-09-26
Since when does one k sound like c-k when you're spelling the name of your street? Ugh.
I called to order pizza and I think I talked to the dumbest, most untrained pizza hut employee ever. He couldn't understand my spelling of my last name or my street name even after I repeated both 3 times. Then I told him what the coupon had on it and he goes "Oh is that 2 large one-topping pizzas?" uhh no. Does that sound similar to "One large any way you want it pizza?" Nope, didn't think so.
Then I gave him the coupon code and he couldn't find it, so he asks someone else and that person was in the background knew right off their head what I meant. Then the guy in the background goes "Is she ordering delivery?" and the guy goes "uhh.. I think so."
DUH!
Anyway, pizza is a treat for me and the kids. For them, because it's pizza, and for me because it means no cooking. I love those kind of treats.
I tried to call my mom but realized it's only 4 pm in Illinois so I'll call her back later. I'm not going to be able to make that wedding on the 2nd, so I'm just going to go the following weekend instead and stay til Tuesday. That gives her plenty of time to get a couple days off and it gives the kids only one day off instead of two from school because of Columbus Day. (Right? I need to check the calendar for that.)
So my plan is to completely stuff my kids on pizza-y goodness, keep them out of the kitchen because they won't feel the need for snacks, then send them to bed at around 9 and have some Mommy time. Its been a rough week so I need the time to clear my head.
Speaking of my head, I got rid of that headache, then today I hit my head on the cupboard and got a new headache. Plus I hit my elbow on the keyboard shelf while I was changing Kimberley's clothes, so I think it's safe to assume I'm clumsy.