I hate to say it, but I had the best salad today at Chick-Fil-A!
Chick-Fil-A is a fast food restaurant that I think is only in the South. They sell chicken things. Which I guess you could glean from the name. Unless you thought hot women sold filets there.
At any rate, I had to go to the mall at lunchtime, because my father has the nerve to always have his birthday right at Father's Day. His birthday is June 17. You can see how annoying this is. So I have to get TWO cards and TWO gifts. I try not to do that phony "This gift counts for both" thing that those poor December birthday people always have to put up with.
So I was there at the mall, pickin' out the cards, and Chick-Fil-A was the only restaurant in the whole mall. Sometimes I miss LA so bad I could spit.
And let me tell you something. People in the South? They do not move as quickly as I would like them to. And also? Everyone around people who are not moving quickly? Do not seem to mind that things are moving slowly.
After waiting seven hours and fifty-two minutes, it was finally my turn, and this OLD MAN cut in line and said, "I don't have time. Get me a lemonade." Can you believe the nerve? How I wish I were a person who could say mean things. Instead I sighed heavily and looked at my watch. I'm sure that made all the difference in the world to the guy.
Getting to the salad is taking as long as my wait in line. So, it had lettuce, strawberries, grilled chicken, grapes, apples, granola, sunflower seeds and carrots. Oh, did I ever like it. And filling? I wasn't hungry all afternoon. Of course, I was writing about wax worms all afternoon, which can dampen any appetite.
So that's my salad story. It seems like I had other crucial things to tell you. Oh, yeah, I am dogless this week. It is so chaotic here with all our stuff, and I have to do freelance work at night, so it was just easier to let Marvin have Tallulah this week.
It's just me and an ocean of cats. Who continues to amuse herself? Who is the starfish of her own show?