This day was already not going along so swimmingly. Just one of those days that is a series of 'why-did-I-wake-up' moments. So in the spirit of that mood I took 2 naps. When I woke up Jack asked if we could go out to eat and his choice of dining establishments was Denny's. I already am not a fan of Denny's. Or maybe it's just our Denny's. I think every single time we go there something aggravates me or grosses me out. But he was being reasonable with his request so we went. After our server brought out our drinks she paused and said, "I'll come back to take your order in a minute. I have to go to the bathroom." ......If you know me, you can imagine my reaction. Wayne and I just looked at each other in disbelief. That was the beginning of the end. If Jack hadn't asked to go there and I really didn't want to disappoint him I would have gotten up and left right then. But I was, and I know this sounds ridiculous to anyone who doesn't have my germophobia, on the verge of tears. I just did not know how to process how disgusted I was. Yes, I do realize all people go to the bathroom; including servers. But they generally don't alert you to it which allows me to live in blissful ignorance! Wayne told me to just go outside and breathe and he would order for me. But I was seriously trying to not let this affect me. So against my normal judgment, I ordered. Fifteen minutes later our server comes back and tells me they don't have the pancakes I ordered and did I want anything else? No. I was very done already. Less than five minutes later our order arrives. My omelet, which is the only thing I ever order there, was swimming, no make that drowning, in grease. I tried a couple of bites, but this was the final insult to all of my sensibilities. No more for me! I put my napkin on my plate and as I'm pushing my plate back a little bit...I knock over Wayne's Coke! Are you serious?! Pull yourself together, Laura! It was a total accident and his cup wasn't even that full, but I was so aggravated with myself that I felt like the only thing I could do was to leave and go sit in the Jeep to wait for them to finish. Clearly there was no recovery from this mess up of an event.
Obviously I have a bad attitude and that just goes to illustrate my point. Some things or some days just don't recover. Really and truly I don't believe that as a matter of philosophy. But without serious effort of the part of the person with the bad attitude, in this case, ME, the best thing that can happen is for Ms. Bad Attitude to go to bed and wake up and try this whole thing again.
On a positive note, I really enjoyed Kid Rock's performance on whatever awards show was on tonight. Good job Kid! Or Mr. Rock.
Good night and please, please no insomnia tonight!
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