My Crazy Day

Okay, so on Thursday, I had lunch with a friend. We had decided on Cracker Barrel, since they have a really diverse menu and I've given up bread (baked goods) for Lent, I felt that would offer us the most options.

My friend just lives on the adjacent road (kind of diagonally from us). So, I got Sissy in the van and picked up my friend.

We got to the Cracka Shack and perused the menu. It took a while for us to decide, but then we placed our orders. I ordered a steak with steak fries, green beans and fried okra (yes, I LOVE the stuff - theirs is not as good as my mom's was, but it's still good).

I ordered my steak well done, which always holds the meals up, so by the time everything arrived, I was starving! I dug in and put a much too large piece of steak in my mouth. It got stuck in my esophagus and would not go down.

Then, I got hiccups.

I tried to remedy the situation by drinking some water.

Hahaha, that just made things worse. I felt like I was choking.

My friend, always a calm in a storm, jumped up to help me and I just wanted to get to the restroom. I left her and Sissy at the table while I rushed off.

It was awesome, I almost puked at the table! GO ME!

I will leave out the nitty gritty details, but basically, after I burped a time or two, I felt fine.

The nicest thing was that my friend got my daughter up from the table and came to the restroom to check on me, which I thought was incredibly thoughtful. She wanted to make sure I hadn't passed out or anything.

I felt okay, but was a bit spooked on trying to eat, so we just chatted and then I asked for carryout containers for mine and Sissy's meal.

Sissy NEVER eats a meal at the prescribed time. But, if I bring it home and set it out for her, she will eventually graze around at it and finish it off.

I brought mine home and ate about half of it (as much as I could take in its' cold state), then threw it in the fridge.

Later, I decided to heat it up in the oven and have it for dinner.

When I stuck my hand in the drawer I keep the aluminum foil in, I managed to make contact with the "cut off" teeth of the Cling film, which was right beside the foil.

I suffered a large gash to my middle left finger.



How 'bout that "Hello Kitty" band-aid? Pretty snazzy, huh?

I don't do anything half-assed around here.

Oh! And PS. Thanks for all the nice comments yesterday. I was too busy choking at the Cracka Shack or engaged in any number of my multitude of daily activities to answer back, but I DO appreciate it! I also wanted to add - not that anyone implied - but I am NOT complaining about Sissy using the potty. I am SO proud of her and she is SO proud of herself, it's worth the million trips to the restroom. I guess I just wanted to say, if I miss you one day (i.e. I don't comment on your blog and usually I do), just please realize, I probably only had time to read and run. Sorry!