Last week I had some trouble. And this weekend, I made my own version of trouble.
On Saturday morning, I putzed around my house. I needed to leave at 11 so that I could drive across Atlanta to meet Shannon and Angie for lunch - in yet another Applebees stalker's summit. I finally got my act together and went to my email to find Shannon's cell phone number to let her know I was running a wee bit late. But it wasn't there. I had deleted it. I am an email purger. I don't like stuff on my counters. And I am not a fan of saved mail in my inbox. Which always leads to trouble.
So...I got in my car. I now had twenty minutes to get to Kennesaw. And for those of you unfamiliar with the territory - it's a normal 50-60ish minute drive. I don't think you heard a sonic boom from my drive. But it's quite possible that I bent the space time continuum. Actually I am quite sure of it. But, let's not discuss exactly how long it took me to get there. I don't need my confession in print. By my own hand.
Angie and Shannon were waiting ever so patiently for me. And we had a grand time eating lunch. Talking. Laughing. Wondering where all the screaming kids came from. And laughing some more because we left 6 little girls at home. We warmed the seats of Applebees for a good three hours. Before we decided to take our own brand of trouble over to the mall.
Where we innocently roamed. Until we found shirts that just beckoned to us. Screamed our names. And insisted that we take pictures with them.Later as I am telling my husband about our shenanigans, all he hears is "pictures of tatas."I actually managed to get some Christmas shopping done. Shannon bought herself a birthday present. Angie got things for her girls for their Disney trip. And we all did our part to help the economy.And then, our little expedition - summit - convention - party had to come to an end. And we had to get back over to Applebees to get our picture. And as we are taking pictures of each other with the sign in the background. Carefully following the rules. A young man comes traipsing by. And we snag him to take our picture. And as we explain the rules to him - especially about the no hips - he informs us that we have great hips. So we decided to kidnap him and keep him forever.
Theme song: Pink - Get the Party Started