What the...!!! Really?!?!

Have you ever had one of those days when things happened and you're just like, "What the...really?!?!" 

Today is one of those days for me.

The first part of the day went pretty well. I did a decent amount of work (ha) and helped out a friend at UAB who needed someone to fill in at a basketball game. Blah, blah, blah.

I left work at around 5:30, anticipating what a great night it was going to be to just sit on the couch, watch movies and just have Katie time. I like Katie time. And I don't get it very often these days. 

So I headed down to B-A-M (Books-A-Million) to buy my own copy of The Shack, but William Young. I've been reading my roommate's copy and I can't put it down. If you haven't read this book, go now, and buy it. You won't regret it. I wish I had the money to buy everyone that I know a copy of it because it's just that good. So good you want everyone else to read it. It's about a guy who goes through a pretty tough time and he gets an invitation to a shack in the middle of the woods and has a pretty neat encounter with God. That's all you get. You'll have to read to know the rest.

Anyway, so I left there to go grab something to eat. Good thing (this story comes later). I'd been craving a Lenny's Sub all day since I heard a guy talking about it earlier today. So I ran by the bank to get some money out of the ATM and then headed to Lenny's.

All is a go since the sign is blazing "OPEN" and the usual lady was inside. I walk in and she drops the bomb..."We're outta bread, hun."

"WHAT THE...?????" was my reply. "How are you out of bread? Isn't that like one of the major ingredients of a Lenny's Sub?"

She comes back with, "They made a lot of party trays today."

Me, "Well, next time, let's keep the party trays to a minimum. This party of one just wanted a sandwich."

How does a sandwich shop run out of bread? The same way KFC runs out of chicken I guess. (And yes, I've been to KFC on several occasions and they've been out of chicken. All they had left were chitlins and gizzards. Um, no thanks. I'll pass.

So, I'm steamed and I head to Sonic...because Sonic never disappoints. And nothing else can make me feel better than a cup of Sonic ice. Ok, well maybe cookie cake but I've got to take what I can get at this point.

So, I go by Blockbuster and grab three movies and head home to get started on Katie's night at home alone. Some people would hate that, but at this point, I'm surrounded by people enough all day, everyday, one night at home alone is HEAVEN for me. 

As I finished the first movie (Sex and the City. I've watched the TBS episodes and basically, Carrie Bradshaw can rattle of some gems of wisdom every now and then but I've never been much for the title. The movie was pretty good, once you fast-forward though the few yucky parts. I wouldn't buy it.), anyway, as I finished the first movie, I went to go wash my face and to my surprise, NO WATER. Nothing. I go to the kitchen, NOTHING again. 

Comes to find out, the roomie (whose house it is) has never gotten a water bill since we moved here in July. She paid to get it turned on and then has never gotten another statement. What the...?

Anyway, so I'm glad I have a cousin that lives in town, two co-workers who live within a quarter of a mile of my house and that I work at a place where there is unlimited access to showers. (I have experience with this. I had to shower and get ready at work for a week in July when we didn't have hot water.)

So instead of complaining that I don't have water at all, I'm going to be thankful that I at least have resources and roof over my head and the money to afford to have a roof over my head. 

Hey, maybe it will just keep raining and in the morning, I can go out back and shower in the natural resources like the Aborigines do. Ok maybe not. The 15-year-old neighbor boy might like that too much.