Click Here If You're An Idiot...

... This is just worth posting.

I am thinking about ordering pizza. I like to order pizza a lot more than I used to, because now I can order it on-line. I am not a phone person, and I have never liked calling to order pizza. I don't know why. I am just weird like that. As a side note (as if this whole paragraph isn't a side note already), I do not mind calling to order Chinese. This is primarily because I am on a first name basis with the people who own the Chinese restaurant. They already know what I want, and I feel as if they are my friends. At any rate, back to pizza. Now I can click the mouse a few times, actually look at a virtual picture of my pizza, and watch the progress as it is being made, enabling me to know exactly when I need to send Phil out the door to pick it up in order to assure a fresh, hot, yummy dinner!

But anyway... this post was really not supposed to be about my bizarre take-out ordering habits...

Here's the thing. When you go to order your pizza on-line, you have to enter your address... which makes sense, right? But under the fields where you enter your address, there is a place where you can click if (get this) you don't know your zip code! What?

Half the teenagers who come through our doors don't know their addresses, telephone numbers, birth dates, or how to spell their last names. I have even met a few who can't remember how old they are. What is the world coming to?

Lisa

Random Summer Adventures...

Yesterday's quote of the day was, "Ahhh... Poop... Run for your life!" That, of course, was uttered by Caleb. It left me with two questions... First, why... oh why... do children not come equipped with litter boxes, and second, why didn't I heed the warning and run? Oh, how I love potty training...

Today Seth had his T-Ball pics. taken and played his first game of the season... in the rain...

Afterward, we went to McDs for fries. When we pulled up to order, we were informed that they didn't have any fries. Of course, Phil laughed, because he thought the guy was kidding. Phil then actually said, "You're kidding, right?" At this point, the McDs employee got rather agitated and informed Phil that they were still serving breakfast. It was 10:20 or so, so Phil asked if we needed to wait for ten minutes. The terse response was that lunch time began at 11:00. So we left...

And we were really laughing, now, because it reminded us of a friend of ours who politely asked an McDs employee if they had fries (this happened a decade ago) and was completely chewed out! Unfortunately, while we were laughing, Seth was crying, because he really wanted fries! We went back at 11:00...

This time, when we drove up to order, Phil had the presence of mind to ask if they had fries. I mean... after all... you can never be sure, right? This McDs employee was completely silent at the request. So we ordered. When we got to the window, she was laughing.

One more quick note from yesterday, and then I'm out... I love play-doh. It is so relaxing...

Lisa