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Bear With The Insanity Please

We're taking the kids to the fair on Sunday. I hope we haven't signed some death warrant doing this. Unlike The Queen, I'll have backup with me.

If you work at Dairy Queen and someone orders an old fashioned cherry soda, make the soda. Don't give me a cherry sundae. You asked me to repeat what I wanted and I said it s l o w e r for you to be sure you had it right. I clearly was mistaken in that call. Your manager could use some classes on how to make customers happy instead of talking to them like they've never eaten ice cream. At least I know he didn't spit in it (I was watching). That's something that always worries me when I complain about my food. I generally like to watch them make it correct after said complaint. I do this because I know people who used to work in fast food and I've heard stories. ::shiver::

Speaking of customer service (or a clear lack of)....when someone calls to order a pizza, shut the hell up and let them tell you what kind they want instead of interrupting and stopping the flow of information. Thanks, greatly appreciated.

My boy apparantly is in love with Mary Jane or he likes making out with her. I'm not sure.

Why won't my legs get tanned? I look like a beachgoer from the waist up but a hermit from the waist down. I flummoxed.

Rain already! Good gravy train!

Some big things are happening around here. I'll write more about it Monday or Tuesday though. And no, we're not pregnant. Gotta get that outta the way immediately. I'll be back sooner than last time. I need a drink.

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