#fourtwenty

How about a quick review of yesterday?  Because, fourtwenty.

Woke up to more rain, so any fascinating plans of yard mowing were out the window.

Moving on to the next task, taking the pup down to UT for Physical Therapy. Because, yes, we’re THAT family.  Husband alerts wife that the most direct route for the 15mile journey – Interstate 40 – is a complete parking lot. NOOOO. Because anyone who lives in our part of town knows that if the interstate is a parking lot, the only other two options for heading East will ALSO be parking lots. Thus, what should have been 45 minutes round trip became an hour and a half. For perspective, I could have been more than halfway to Nashville in that span of time.

When Finn and I did finally make it down to UT, it quickly became apparent the leash had been left sitting on the kitchen table. NOOOO. Dog mom sits in parking spot – already a half hour late – contemplating whether to leave dog in car, and go get a leash from vet, knowing chances are high I’d come back to a trashed car and traumatized dog, or of waddling in with dog while attempting to just hold on to his harness.  Dog mom went with option 2, and she looked incredibly cool trying to control Finn while not falling down. (and yes grammar trolls, I’m going back and forth between 1st and 3rd person for the sheer fun of it).

I finally make it back home, only to realize it is already 9:40. I was supposed to be on site for a board meeting at noon, but knowing I have a call that will take me until 11, and that it takes me FOREVER to get ready (even in dressy activewear!), it is clear I have to bail on attending said meeting in person.

As I sit dialed into my noon call, the doorbell rings.  I’m at my desk with a giant blue towel wrapped around my head. Do I ignore doorbell, even though I know it’s the guy coming to give an estimate on the deck? He’s EARLY.  Thirty minutes early, and husband is not yet home. As I try to explain to the deck guy from beneath my large blue headpiece that I’m on a call and my husband will be home shortly and I’m sorry I can’t help him, all the while my fellow board members are chattering from my phone, it occurs to me just how genius the mute button is.

The next thing I know it is time to go get Eileen. The house is a wreck, laundry everywhere, dog tumbleweeds, all that good stuff.  In my head I’m stressing out because can I manage to get Eileen, take her to the dentist, then go pick up Finn, and make it home before midnight?

Funny how that works. As I was pulling into school, developing my logistics plan in my head, I decide to listen to the voicemail the dentist had left me the day before as an appointment reminder.  I’m listening to this message at 2:52pm. And she mentions Eileen’s 3pm appointment. Wait. No. It’s at 3:30. I have it written down and it is on two electronic calendars as 3:30. So I call to ask forgiveness and is it ok if we get there by 3:15.

Not so much. You see, much like airlines, the dentist has patients overbooked. I’m sure this is due to the amount of air-headed people like myself that forget, late cancel, and whatever else comes along.  So, in the end, I reschedule. My latest tattoo is the time and date of said rescheduled appointment.  But honestly, in this case, it was good, since I knew we still had to go get the dog and back home. And even better, this time I had the least safely tucked away in my purse!

Ok, dog reclaimed. In car heading back home. I offer Starbucks to Eileen, mainly because I need an afternoon pick me up (and Sarah T. if you’re reading this, I got ice coffee with almond milk!).  Eileen does a back flip while in the back seat because OMG CAN SHE GET THE UNICORN DRINK? I had heard inklings of this drink, so I was not at all surprised by her request.

Y’ALL. OMG. This drink! Ok, so we go to SBX in Bearden. They’re sold out. SOLD OUT? Huh? Ok, no biggie.  Since we kind of have free time, I offer to take Eileen to the SBX in Turkey Creek, which of course results in a 2nd backseat back flip. While en route, I realize we need to run home first to help our neighbor with something, but promise we’ll go back out. (anyone who knows me knows that this is NOT my norm, but for whatever reason, I’m feeling generous).  So even though it is smack in the middle of 5pm traffic, we head back out to Turkey Creek (for those of you not familiar with Turkey Creek, it is 2mile strip of retail and traffic hell).

The first thing that should have tipped me off was the empty drive through. Was this the apocolypse? Have you EVER seen an empty drive-through at a SBX? We roll up, and you guessed it, they’re sold out. I’m floored.

Woman in speaker:  we’re completely sold out! I’m sorry! But, if you go to the SBX inside of Target, they still have the stuff to make the drink!

Me: Oh ok! Do you know how much longer the drink will be around? 

Woman in Speaker:  Well we think until 4/23, but that could cha…

DIFFERENT (angry) woman in speaker: SBX Corporate has SO dropped the ball on this!  They tell us nothing and didn’t send us enough supplies!

At that point I’m so baffled that two women are coming out of the speaker I don’t really process the rant about corporate. How’d they DO that?

So yes, off we go to the SBX inside of Target. Where there is a line. The two tweens and their mom in front of us – getting the Unicorn. The two 16/17ish BOYS behind us, getting the Unicorn. The woman in her early 20s, getting the Unicorn. And all of us had been sent to Target by the SBX with angry speaker woman. (so this makes me wonder if the stores hate each other and play tricks on each other.  like maybe the other store HAD all the stuff for Unicorns but didn’t want to have to keep making them, so they just send everyone to the Target one?)

We finally had success. We could rest easy.  Of course as I opened my instagram account to share with the world this fascinating drink, my feed was full of tweens and unicorn drinks! SBX must be rolling in pink dollars today.

The best part of the day though, it was our anniversary! Five years and I haven’t driven Bill insane (yet). So after all the shenanigans… we went out for dinner and drinks. We ran into some friends and got to catch up with them, and then we just got to hang out and be us.  Wine, beer, sports and food. I don’t think there’s a more perfect way for the two of us to have spent that five year mark.

but wait.. there’s more…

You didn’t think the day’s adventures were over just because we made it to dinner did you!?  We got home to find black pieces of plastic all over the floor – let me remind you this was after two days of camp and/or PT for the pups! – what in the world? A glasses case. Of course. because what dog isn’t attracted to a glasses case. Where in the world did Finn get it?  And what did I just step on? Oh, well of COURSE, the glasses themselves. Minus a lens and half the frame.

But don’t fret. I found the glass. No stomach linings were harmed during this post.

And with that, I put myself to bed.