Hard to believe I’m 10 days away from a C-note. Who eats Chick-fil-A this many times (and lives to tell about it?) Apparently this guy. Although the living part is still up for grabs.
Update on my sickness – even though I was up early today (5:00ish) to work on a project for Addicted to Saving…
And that’s where Day 90 ended. Why, you ask? Well apparently a transformer in the area blew and we were left in the dark, quite literally. My laptop battery was low so I couldn’t even pull off of my phone’s hotspot. Proof is in the pictures. Check out my wife trying to stay connected to the world with her 3G in this hologram picture below. No, seriously, move your screen down and watch her fade into oblivious, leaving just her heat stamp on the screen. It’s like she’s translucent (thanks for pointing it out, Christian):
So back to day 90, you should know that I had a #8 with no rabbit food, but we did have a serious problem. What’s missing from the below sandwich?
Bacon, people. Most things in life are replaceable. Bacon, however, is not one of them. So needless to say, although the sandwich being in the bottom of my belly was never really in question, I would be lying if I said I was distraught over the baconless condition of my Chargrilled Chicken Sandwich. I can’t believe that Colby or Sandy did it on purpose though. In fact, Sandy repeated the order back to me correctly, so I know she’s not to blame here.
Now, as for Day 91, it’s been a great day. Little Asher has been a model citizen today, and I almost had to call up the Pope because we were seconds away from a miracle this afternoon, as I nearly rocked him to sleep without a bottle. But unfortunately, he saw the bottle from the morning on the floor and it clicked with him, “Wait a second, I’m not buying this routine – where’s my bottle?”
I mean, look at this face – is this the face of a little boy who can be easily denied his life’s true passion?
I don’t think so.
See, he’s doing this new thing where he empties his crib out one item at a time. It’s pure baby monitor viewing pleasure to watch this scene unfold. First it’s the bottle. That’s when we know to start paying attention, because it makes a loud bang against the hard floor. Next, it’s usually his little blanket. Then, his big blanket. The big blanket is a struggle. I don’t know if it’s because he’s still drunk with sleep, or if he just wants to put on a good show because he knows we’re watching, but it takes a good 4 or 5 tries to get it out of the crib and onto the floor, and it’s hilarious. Finally, his stuffed animal goes out, at which point he’s very lonely in the crib and really starts to fuss for mom and dad. I’m sure other parents have watched something similar with their kiddos.
Before this particular nap, there was a huge thunderstorm and Asher was all about being near the screen during the heaviest of rains, so the kid was soaked in this picture below, although you can’t really tell. I just love the look, like he’s saying, “And I present to you…..the rain.”
We made another pool visit (which we had to ourselves, SCORE!), and then it was din-din and bed. By the time everything was said and done, it was after 8 o’clock before I got out the house, so it was late Chick-fil-A run for Day 91. I’ve played this song for you before, but it was an Asian Salad with extra crispies. The Trinity Chick-fil-A was PACKED tonight; we’re talking 15 deep, around the building drive-thru packed. I think the local high school volleyball and JV football games just finished; hence, the madhouse. In light of this, I decided to go in.
When I got in, I realized I forget my wallet, and thus forgot my VIP Black Card – the horror! Fortunately I’m a regular VIPer, and Niegel, my server, hooked a brotha up after clearing it through James, the manager. Nice photobomb Ryan #2:
Colby ended up showing his face and personally prepared my salad. (Excellent job, Colby; it was a good one.) I was excited to get home, have my salad, and watch a little NFL football. We don’t have the TV on hardly at all in our house, but I make up for it during football season.
Much to my chagrin, Liza was relaxing with some reality show on TV, so instead of insisting on the Jets/Patriots (I wish both of those teams could lose anyhow), I enjoyed my salad quietly at the bar and typed up this blog post.
Besides, if I can circle back to my sickness update, while I am feeling better, I should go to bed as early as possible. Sleep is germs’ worst enemy, I’m convinced.