Does the five second rule count if you drop a piece of toast on the floor? What if it’s got butter and honey on it and it lands face down? In a house where three people, two dogs and two cats live? And what if you haven’t washed the floor in two weeks?

Don’t worry, I didn’t think it counted either. I tossed the toast — but I really had to think about it first.

The American Girl Doll catalog has arrived at my house, and you might remember what Zoe did to the catalog last year.

You can imagine my concern when she asked me for the black Sharpie marker, right?

“Are you going to draw mustaches and beards on the dolls again?” I asked her.

“Noooooooo.” She told me, while blushing behind the pages of the catalog. “I’m going to circle the things that I want.”

I found her a marker and she started circling the dolls, the cute dresses, and a lot of dogs, cats, and other animals that the dolls now have available.

When Zoe turned six, we took her to the American Girl Doll store in Chicago and let her pick out a doll. She chose Nicki. How often does she play with Nicki? NOT OFTEN ENOUGH. So I felt it was my obligation as a mom to point out to her that she doesn’t even play with Nicki very much. To which she replied, “That’s because I don’t have any time.”

Oh really? Please, do go on….

“I have to go to school, do my homework, watch dad play Mario Galaxy, go to swimming, blah blah blah….”

She didn’t really say blah, blah, blah …. but I was stuck on WATCH DAD PLAY MARIO GALAXY and I lost focus on whatever else she was too busy doing to play with the doll for whom she was circling things for in the catalog.

Her father has been playing Mario Galaxy for weeks now! When I get home from work, the two of them are in the Green Room (that’s what we call our office/computer/game room). He’s flailing the wii-mote all over the place as Mario runs around on the screen, while she sits on the love seat and cheers him on. How many freaking levels are there to Mario Galaxy?  I’d sure like to know, because once that game is over it’ll free up a huge chunk of her time so that she can go back to playing with Nicki (and all of the circled catalog items, apparently).

I remember getting up at 3 o'clock in the morning to let the dog out, and the sprinklers were busy watering my lawn. Of course, now it's raining.  

Yesterday, before I left for work, I put the sheets and our duvet cover into the washing machine. I stripped the bed, throwing the sheets and pillowcases onto the floor, and then when I had the duvet off the down comforter I picked up everything and put them directly into the washing machine. When my husband got home he flipped the laundry into the dryer, so when I got home from work at 5:30 p.m. the sheets were clean and dry.

As I'm emptying the dryer, first the pillowcases, and then the sheets, which I carefully shake out because there is usually a stray sock tucked into the pockets of the fitted sheet, I find my husband's hiking shoe. It's just sitting there, in the dryer, as if it's on display or something. And it's warm, so I know that no one is playing a trick on me by tossing the shoe into the dryer when my back is turned. I hollered to him: WHY IS YOUR SHOE IN THE DRYER?? And he, of course, hollers back: MY HUH IS IN THE WHAT?? So I took his shoe to him and said: YOUR SHOE. IT WAS IN THE DRYER.

Now, I have to tell you that he's totally opposed to washing his shoes in the washing machine. According to him, that'll ruin them for sure. And I don't really want to admit that I washed his shoe. It would be better if I admit that he dried his shoe. But from where his other shoe was located on the floor in the bedroom, I'm pretty sure that when I threw the sheets onto the floor in the morning and then scooped them up, his shoe must have tagged along. I don't know how he didn't notice his shoe when he put the sheets into the dryer, but he did say that he wondered why there was a thunking noise when he turned the dryer on.

So there you have it, he's got one clean shoe. And it's one of the shoes that he wore when he used a sledgehammer to help my brother demolish his kitchen a few weeks ago. It's considerably cleaner than the other shoe. CONSIDERABLY.

In May I got a brand new Kenmore Elite He5t washing machine with the Quietpak 9 and a matching He5 Steam dryer - also with the Quietpak 9. I didn’t know that I could love a washer and dryer this much. The very second that Sears drove away after delivering and installing them I had a load of wash going — and all the laundry baskets were neatly lined up so that I could wash clear into the middle of the night if I chose to.

I’ve kept those machines running on a fairly regular basis ever since. If something needs to be washed I scope out all the dirty laundry until I’ve got enough to fill a load.

And the Quietpak 9? Well worth the money. My laundry room is on the first floor and it’s right next to the living room, dining room, kitchen, and my bedroom. I needed a washing machine that did not make a peep. And this one is UBER QUIET.

Did I mention that I love it?

So this morning I threw in a load of sheets, and tonight I flipped the laundry into the dryer, and started the next load. Then I took a shower. And when I got out of the shower I noticed that the washing machine wasn’t running, and instead was flashing F32 on the screen.

And the door was locked.

And it kept flashing. F32! F32! F32!!

Yes, yes, F32!! But what does it mean?? I grabbed the owner’s manual and searched for all the error codes, F20, F21, F22, but no F32.

What!?

I started punching buttons on the machine, and finally had to unplug it from the wall to get the door to unlock.

Whew! I got all my clothes out of the washing machine, because even though they were dirty clothes, I felt relieved that they weren’t locked inside! I know, odd.

My husband came in the laundry room and tried to figure out what the problem was, and finally announces that “we’ll have to call for service”. Lucky for him the door right behind him is magnetic and there was a Sears Home Service magnet — which I grabbed and handed to him.

“It’s 8:30 at night, they won’t be open.”

“Ya never know.”

I fully expected him to go back to watching his tv show, and I was still wrapped in a towel, so I went to the bedroom to get into my pajama’s. I can see the couch from the bedroom, and I saw him sitting on the couch, then I heard him explaining to someone that the washing machine wasn’t working and it was giving him an error code.

Could he really be calling Sears? At this hour?? For me???

Sure enough, he called!

And I wanted to burst out into song like Giselle in Enchanted — twirling around in my pj’s That’s How You’ll Know!  

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

It seems that all I’ve been doing lately is waiting.

Waiting for the my grades to get posted online for the Human Resources class I completed (I got an A).

Waiting for my daughter to come home from swimming in the neighbors pool (she did come home, about 7 hours after she left).

Waiting for Louis Vuitton to fix the zipper on my handbag that I bought over 15 years ago using my tax return money to purchase (a check that I waited FOR.EVER to receive in the mail). Waiting for FedEx Home Delivery to deliver my repaired handbag so I can go on with my life knowing that the contents of my purse are securely zippered inside. I waited ALL DAY on Saturday for them to deliver it, after missing them on Thursday and Friday, it wasn’t on the truck for some unknown reason.

And today I’m waiting for the sprinkler people to come out and turn on my sprinklers so that I can water my grass — and my flowerbeds, which I’m waiting for my husband to design so that we can actually have flowerbeds.

I’m also waiting for summer. We got a peek at it yesterday when it was 90 degrees out, but today, it’s back down to 53.

I’m waiting for June 13th because we are going to Door County for a short getaway to one of my favorite places ever. 

I’m waiting for August 19th, which is the LAST day of my very last graduate class that I’m registered for for my Master’s in Business Administration. I still have two classes to take after that, and the capstone, but I’m WAITING until after Christmas, I think.

And I’m waiting for September because then I’m going to DISNEY WORLD!!!!

That’s a lot of things to wait for. What are you waiting for?

Oh, and the sprinkler people are here, so now I’m waiting to see if the new play set is smack dab on top of a sprinkler head. What are the chances?

(Cross-posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

About six weeks ago I hired Merry Maids to come and clean my home. They are to come every other week, and while I'd love for them to come every week, I simply can not afford it. Their sales person came out to my home, and walked my husband and I through how the cleaning would be done, what it included, what we could expect, and how much it would cost us. We signed up right then and there.

The first cleaning was amazing. AMAZING! They knocked our socks off. The second cleaning was pretty good, but they missed a few things, like the laundry room, the bay window, all the window sills, and the faceplates of the electrical outlets, something they said would be done. Also, every week they'd choose two rooms that they'd pay extra special attention to, those rooms get deep cleaned and everything is moved out of the way, cleaned under, and then moved back. During my second cleaning the master bathroom and master bedroom were the rooms that were to get the special attention. It was in my opinion that while they were clean, they were NOT given special attention at all. The fact that I found things underneath the nightstands and dressers told me that they didn't move a single thing, nor did then even stick a vacuum hose under them.

My third cleaning was today, and let me tell you, I'm so disappointed. My husband left the house at noon and told me that Merry Maids had just arrived. I got home alittle before 1 p.m. and circled the block because I saw they were just leaving. ONE HOUR. They were here for ONE HOUR and folks, it showed. My seven year old could have cleaned better than they did. The utility room was not even swept, there was cat liter on the floor and under the throw rug; the bathroom floors were not washed, nor was the master bathroom floor even swept (and the reason I know this is because my shoulder length hair was ALL over the floor!); the bathroom countertops were not even wiped down, and the sinks were rinsed at best; my sliding glass doors were not cleaned; and the dressers were dusted ONE handlength in on the tops, leaving a very nice line of dust. I also ran my Dyson through the house and filled the canister 1/4 of the way. Did they even vacuum? I doubt it.

I called and complained. Three times actually. They aren't charging me for today's visit, and they shouldn't because I really think they fake cleaned my house.

What did they do? Well, I know they did wipe down my end tables and my coffee table in the living room because there was an oily finish to the them when I walked in, and they took out the trash, but beyond that I have no clue.

I'm giving them one more chance to get it right, and if they don't, they'll be fired. At that point, I'll be looking for someone else to come in and clean my house. For REAL. Can you recommend a good cleaner?

Some may say that I'm being too picky. I disagree. If you sell me a service and tell me that you'll pick up every single thing I own, wipe it down, then wipe down the surface it's sitting on, you had better do it -- because that's what I expect.

On Saturday my husband, daughter, and I were at Panera for lunch, it was the Brookfield location at Ruby Isle, and if you’ve been there before you know about the separate dining room that is off of the main room. It’s quieter in there and for some reason it’s Zoe primo spot when she’s choosing a place to sit.

So we were eating our lunch, and there was a couple of ladies a few tables away, but other than that we had the room to ourselves, when all of a sudden, I swear to God, I heard a bird chirp. I glanced around and didn’t see a bird, nor did I see anything that could have made that noise, so I went back to eating. A few minutes later I heard the bird again. I looked up, thinking I’d catch it flying across the ceiling or something, but again, I saw nothing. My husband and daughter heard the chirping too, so at least I wasn’t hearing things.

This is where I have to say that stuff like this drives me nuts! I know I heard a bird, but I never ever saw it. I’ll bet in all we heard it at least five or six times over a 20 minute period, yet every time I looked around, I couldn’t find it. If it were not for those ladies sitting a couple tables down, I would have done a complete top to bottom search of the room. However, since they were there, and didn’t seem to even notice the chirping, I’d look rather insane if I dropped to my knees and started looking underneath all the tables in search of where the chirping was coming from. Although, I did take the opportunity to look behind the garbage cans when I cleared our trays.

Zoe kept saying, ‘Okay, if I hear that chirping again then I know there’s a bird here for sure!’

Folks, let me tell you this: There was a bird there, I’m sure of it. And if I would have had the time, I would have done a stake out, if only to say ‘A ha! There’s the bird!’  and then I’d have gone about the rest of my day, just waiting for the next crazy thing to happen.

One time, at our last house, I was in our family room watching tv. My husband, and daughter, who was just a baby, were both sleeping. All of a sudden something flew across the room! My mind started to flip through it’s internal rolodex of all the possible things it could have been, and it stopped on: bat. A BAT!!! There’s a bat in my house! In the room where I am sitting!!!

And that’s when I started shrieking and threw a blanket over my head. I was frozen in my chair, and thought that if I got up and ran to the other room, the bat might just fly into me. SHRIEK!!!!! SCREAM!!!!!

My husband came running from the bedroom, saw what I was screaming about, and pretty much commanded me to get into the kitchen where we could close the swinging butler door behind us, thereby quarantining the bat in the dining room and family room area. I shot like a bullet across the room, with a blanket over my head, and he shut the door behind me.

Now what do we do? How in the heck do we get that freaking bat out of our house? Well, we walked around outside to the front door, opened it, and then waiting for the bat to fly out. Which he did, and it only took a few minutes actually. That stupid bat. That was probably one of the craziest things to ever happen.

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

My husband has been hounding me for years now to make the switch from plastic bags to paper bags. I've always preferred plastic, due to the handles of course. However, the whole "green movement" hit me over the head last weekend and I've found myself balking at the thought of plastic. It's like it has cooties or something. Plastic bag? Do I look like someone who uses a plastic bag? You offer me plastic and I've never been more insulted in my whole life. And the thing is, I don't know why all of a sudden this is important to me. Why now?

Why not now? It's not too late to make a difference. And even if it's a small difference, and even it's only me, I can feel proud of myself for being greener than I was before.

However, with this comes that. And that is like a big can of worms that is too squirmy to handle. Where does that begin? Where does it lead to? And where does it end? So far it's leading to subscribing to The Green Guide, which is put out by National Geographic. It's also leading me to scrutinize the ingredients in the products that my family uses.

Let me ask you this: How green are you?

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

Currently I'm reading 21: Bringing Down The House, by Ben Mezrich, which is the book that the movie "21" is based on. I'm totally into this book! Have you read it? Have you seen the movie? These MIT kids make blackjack seem sooooooooooooo easy. I've only played blackjack a handful of times, and never for real money. I've never been to Vegas, and quite honestly, I'm not sure that I ever want to go. So the book, it's fascinating! I've only got about 60 more pages to go and then I'm done. Then I can go break out my deck of cards and start practicing, because you know what? Someday I just might change my mind about Vegas.

Next book on my shelf is Lush Life by Richard Price. I started to read it, but I had to put it down to read the blackjack book. It was on the New York Times Bestseller list, which is why I picked it up. I've found that some of the best books I've read over the past year have been the books that I picked specifically from the bestseller list. Case in point: A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. Hands down one of the best books I've ever read.

What was the best book? The Time Travellers Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger. If you haven't read it, you simply must. 

What are you reading? Any suggestions?

Who knew that a cat needed to have his teeth brushed? I mean really, really, really needed to have his teeth brushed -- especially a diabetic cat who has excess sugar in his body, and apparently diabetic cats have lower immunity in their mouths and therefore have a higher chances of getting tooth and gum disease. I didn't know. Did you?

The bottom line is that having your cat's teeth extracted is costly. And now my cat needs to get a job. Are you hiring? He's really good at looking out a window, rolling in cat nip, and playing with glitter balls in the middle of the night.

On Friday I came home from work, and for no good reason I looked at my cat's front teeth. NO GOOD REASON! What normal person looks at her cat's front teeth??? (Oh hello, have we met?) Well, I found that one of those four little top ones was hanging down like a fang, and it was wiggly. Very. Wiggly. So on Saturday I took him to the vet, where I was told that he needed 4 teeth removed, possibly 6. Yesterday I picked him up after his surgery -- 7 teeth had to go. After having a handful of teeth extracted two years ago, this is leaving him with not so many teeth. My poor cat needs dentures, that is, if they made dentures for a cat.  

Cross Posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head

I love Macy's, don't you? And reason I love it is because it's a great place to park at Mayfair (it's my secret parking place, so don't tell anyone). I also love it because of the ladies shoe department. Every time I go to Mayfair, I park by Macy's, enter by the ladies shoes, and then browse through the shoe sale racks in the hopes of finding The Shoe of My Dreams -- which, by the way, has yet to happen. Oh, I've found The Shoe of My Dreams, but they weren't on the sale rack.

After I browse through the shoes, then I move over to the Coach and handbag department where I drool over the latest handbag that I'm not going to buy for myself because everyone else already has it -- the last thing I want is to be just like everyone else. It's the same story as the shoes, I'm also always on the lookout for The Handbag of My Dreams.

From there I usually leave Macy's, but that all changed when my husband's uncle gave me a bar of soap from Lush for Christmas. Yes, a bar of soap. How boring, right? WRONG.

I love Lush! It's located right there in Macy's too and the products are all awesome, and the solid shampoo does wonders for my hair! If you have curly hair, Tricomania is the shampoo for you. My husband uses New! and our daughter uses Seanik. 

If you want soap, they've got oodles to pick from (personally, I love Mud Flats). The bath bombs and bubble bars are really nice .... if you want rock star bubbles, wow, get yourself a bubble bar! Our daughter loves the bubble bars! I've been cutting them into smaller chunks to reduce the bubbles actually, no kid needs to have THAT many bubbles in their bubble bath.

So there ya go. Lush is my newest favorite.

March 22nd marks my one month anniversary of being a dedicated member of Weight Watchers. One whole month! And I did it! I took my crazy busy life (work, grad school, a 10 hour movie marathon, wine club, PIZZA!) and I managed to successfuly make it through my first month of Weight Watchers.

I think I've lost about 7 lbs so far, and I have to say that I've really worked hard for it. I've only got 20 points to use each day, and that's not a whole lot. I had to completely change all of my eating habits. Granola in my yogurt? Gone. A bowl of ice cream to reward myself for working out? Gone. Or how about a glass of wine most nights with dinner? Gone. Eating an entire sleeve of Thin Mints at once? Well, sadly that habit has been broken too.

New habits have set in, and now I get up at 6 a.m. four days a week and run 3-4 miles before I even wake up my daughter for school. Sure, I'm sound asleep by 10 p.m. but I've put in a good workout before the day even starts. And I'm eating salads for lunch every single day, and making smarter choices for dinner. I feel great, and you know what? I can fit into my favorite pair of jeans again! I'm so Lucky!

I've always struggled with my weight, sometimes better than others. I've always been very active, I run a lot, and I spend a great deal of time at the YMCA (did you hear that they are lowering their membership fees?), but my body was like: Okay, you want to eat that bowl of ice cream? Let's put it right here! and then it was attached to my hips and I couldn't zip my jeans.

I am sad to report that I haven't been to Kopp's once in the past month. I'm really sorry Kopp's, it's not that I don't love you, it's just that a scoop of tiramisu custard in a waffle cone is something like a gabillion points! (I just checked, as I write this tiramisu is the flavor. I didn't know that. Jeez, way to make a girl feel bad about her decision! I think it's calling me like an old boyfriend who just won't give up. Or like Natalie thinking Matty is her soul mate on Big Brother, that girl is so clueless. Did you hear that tiramisu: YOU ARE CLUELESS!!!)

So here's to one month down and a bunch more to go!

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

I love art, and my daughter, Zoe, has inherited this love. She is also extremely talented (what kind of mom would I be if I didn't think that?), and spends hours upon hours working on art projects and drawings. She'll be 7 years old next month, and to this day, any toys she gets are only played with for a small period of time before she goes back to the drawing board. Literally, the drawing board.

I found a few art classes at the Milwaukee Art Museum that are specifically for kids. Tomorrow is the her first class, it's a parent and kid class so I'll be there too. We'll be learning about Andy Warhol, then create a work of art using him as inspiration. I think it'll be fun, and Zoe is pretty excited too. Next month is my very most favorite artist of all time, Georgia O'Keeffe.

Other happenings around the area this weekend for kids include:

Alice in Wonderland, which is being performed at the Theatre on Main, 25 S. Main St., Oconomowoc.

Sleeping Beauty, which is being performed at First Stage Children's Theater.

Behind the Scenes, Milwaukee County Zoo.

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss, Milwaukee Public Library, Center St., Capitol Dr., and Mill Rd. locations.

Saturdays at Central, Milwaukee Public Library Central St.

Story Time, Menomonee Falls Public Library.

Have a great weekend!

I am so over winter. ENOUGH ALREADY!!! I'm looking at the forecast for today and as of right now they are expecting the snow to start falling around 5 p.m. and not stop until tomorrow afternoon. Are you kidding me?

I'm very thankful that I have a snow blower, as I can't imagine shoveling my driveway one more time.

I'm even more thankful that on Thursday I leave for Mexico and don't have to think about anything but sand until Monday.

Back to the snow .... I have places to go tonight. First off, I have to drive all the way over to West Allis to pick up insulin for my diabetic cat, and I have a college class at 6 p.m. in Brookfield. My husband and daughter have plans to attend the Mardi Gras celebration at the Milwaukee French Immersion School where our daughter is a student. If Mother Nature could find it in her heart to wait until, say, 10 p.m. to let the flakes fall, I'd be forever grateful.

My family spends an awful lot at the grocery store. It's crazy how much I have to write a check for each Sunday as we do our shopping --- and I usually have about $10-$20 worth of coupons too.

I never make out on the promotions that Pick N Save runs though. The one over the summer got me a $25 coupon for my next grocery visit of $250 or more. Yeah, I had about 4 of those coupons, and about 3 of the $18 coupons which I could use on my purchase over $180. I'm telling you this right now, I can try to spend $50 at the grocery store and end up spending $250 without a problem. However, every time I tried to spend $180 so I could use my $18 coupon, I came up short. You may have seen me in line the day that I finally was able to use that damn coupon. It was monumental! There was celebrating!!

The Bag of Dreams promotion was much easier to handle, all I had to do was collect the receipts and hope they added up to either 6, 10, 15, or (sweet baby moses) 20! If I got 20, I'd recieve a gift card worth $40!!! I started counting up my receipts last week and found I had 14 -- only needing 1 more I asked my mother if she had any to spare.

And she gave me 6.

6!

That left me in the same predicament that I was in before. Only now I needed 1 more so that I could have 20!!! Because quite honestly, why stop at 19 if I could scratch up another?

Yesterday was the last day to turn them in for the gift card, and I still only had 19. Somehow, I ended up at not-my-usual Pick N Save where the clerk had a few extra and she was able to donate 1 to me -- and I had 20, which I gladly exchanged for a $40 gift card. 

It totally made my day!

Today is the Samson Stomp 5k, my husband is supposed to run it, but it's way too cold for me. We woke up this morning and my husband asked me to check online for the weather, so I connected to The Weather Channel on my cellphone and it said: Menomonee Falls Current Temp: -6. Today's Hi: 3, Lo: 1.

I gave up math long ago, however even I can figure out off the top of my head that -6 is not between 3 and 1.

Did you run in the Samson Stomp?

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

It’s Girl Scout Cookie time, and my husband has just informed me that he ordered six boxes from one of Zoe’s friend’s from the neighborhood. My first question for him was this: How many boxes of Thin Mints did you order? His response: Three.

Three boxes of Thin Mints, and they are all for me!

This is one of the perks of living in a house with two people who do not like mint flavored food. Of course, he’s willing to try any gross thing they serve on Survivor, yet the Thin Mints will not touch his lips. My daughter, who will not eat any thing other than chicken fingers, Cheetos, bananas, and grapes ( and a couple other things), doesn’t like mint either.

Her and I were at Macy’s the other day and there is a gumball machine at the Origin’s counter, well how was I supposed to know that those white gumballs would be mint flavored???? She practically ran to the nearest garbage can to spit out her gumball, holding it in her mouth very carefully so that it did not touch a single taste bud.

The first year my husband and I were married, a girl scout came to the door while I was at work and my husband was home alone. I don’t remember how many boxes of cookies he ordered, but let me just say this, he did not order one single box of Thin Mints. Apparantly during our courtship we had never gone over our Girl Scout cookie likes and dislikes. I didn’t know he didn’t like Thin Mints, and he didn’t know that I coveted them like the Holy Grail.

So let that be a lesson to all you unmarried folks out there, if you want your spouse to order you Thin Mints, you should probably put it in your wedding vows, or at least go over the scenario should a girl scout come to the door when the other isn’t home.

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

On Saturday I got a call from LensCrafters telling me that my new glasses were ready to be picked up. And so while the state of Wisconsin watched the Green Bay Packer game, I went to the mall and picked them up. I then went to the ladies room, which is located in the food court, then walked halfway through the mall, down the elevator, where the T-Mobile guy smiled at me and said, “Hello miss.” I then went into Teavana, where I purchased 2 oz. of tea for my husband, and I was on my way out when I was stopped at the door by a clerk who grabbed me by the arm, pointed downward and said, “excuse me, but you have toilet paper on your shoe.”

Lovely.

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)

Recently I was at Panera Bread for lunch. There was a guy at the counter: hands in the pockets of his jeans, one of those beanie stocking hats pulled down tight on his head, and Chucks on his feet. He looked to be an early 20’s college dude.

Clearly he’d not been to Panera before, which to me is shocking because Panera is my satellite kitchen for when my fridge is empty. I eat there all the time. I always order one of two things: chicken noodle soup, or a ceasar salad with no caesar dressing and balsamic vinagrette on the side. I’m not really a sandwich kinda girl. I love grilled cheese, but that’s about it.

So, back to this guy, he couldn’t decide what to order, then he asked the girl at the counter “what’s good?” Okay, the girl couldn’t have been more than 20 years old, and granted, she does work at Panera, but Panera is like a McDonald’s for grown-ups. Do you go to McDonald’s and ask “what’s good?” The girl replied with a couple different sandwiches that she liked, and then asked him for his order, to which he said, “Just pick something for me … but not the tomato crispani. “

I wonder what she picked. I wonder if he liked it. And I wonder how many people order that way on a regular basis. Just pick something for me is something you’ll never hear me say. Ever.

(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)