Coconut cake, three pies, and cookies.

I love being a doctor's kid.

Lalalalaaaaa. The mere fact that I'm posting post midnight should enlighten most of you as to my mental state.

...so I think I'll just hit the stack without spewing a random list of comments that I'll doubtless regret tomorrow. :P

Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired.


I waitressed a family today. That alone would not be unusual, but this happened to be the same family whose order I REALLY botched two weeks ago. To the cook, who was looking at my ticket very very very carefully, I said it was a chance for redemption. Yep, he was there two weeks ago, too.




...yes, I messed it up again. One of the hamburgers had mayonnaise on it and wasn't supposed to. And, uh, two were supposed to be kid burgers and weren't. Buuuuut, it was not nearly as bad as last time. About which I will not provide any further details.

Is any one absolutely sick of hearing about the diner yet? XD

On Wednesday, October 15th, 2008, the horror commonly known as the PSAT was demolished in a mighty battle from 8:00 to 11:00 central in Louisiana. Approximately two hours later, its demonic twin suffered the same fate in California. (Feel free to add more siblings.)

Everyone else was wearing a school uniform. Boy, did I feel like the elephant in the room. But it's over and it's done and I don't have to worry about scores for several months. wheeee!!!

I hate the PSAT, and yes, also with a passion unbecoming in young ladies.

That is all.

I got smoked by a six year old in a simplified form of basketball today (6-1). No, I'm not kidding.

But he traveled a ton, AND I had one eye on the other kids.



...yeah, right. I think I'm going to go get supper now and ice my ego.

Okay, I'm exhausted. And I have come to the conclusion that Some People are just Obnoxious.

Let the Person in Question go unnamed. Actually, I don't know her name, but that's irrelevant. Shall it suffice to say that she sent the "burnt" french fries back once and her hamburger back three times (of course she ate about half a free burger in the process). At this point both the cook and the manager were uttering utterly unprintable words under their breaths. I just...smiled and carried the stuff back and forth.

On the bright side, I didn't severely mess up any orders today. Because I actually know where *most* of the stuff is on the tab, and I don't put x's where checks belong anymore. :P

To close out this most uplifting post, I present you with a photograph of the lovely Aspen herself.