So I had that great idea to do a family New Year’s Eve party tonight, where we let the girls stay up until midnight and welcome 2008 with party blowers and confetti on the front porch. I made a lot of snacky food and planned to cash in some Book-It coupons at Pizza Hut for dinner.
However, for the first time in my pizza ordering history, I had a Pizza Hut manager tell me he was out of pizza. Huh? It was 4:30 p.m., and apparently he didn’t want to accept all of our Book-It coupons on New Year’s Eve. As if he couldn’t go and pinch off a portion of a large pizza and make them…what are they teaching those pizza people these days anyway?
I passed on his great offer to sell me a larger pizza and we just tanked up on chips and cheese/rotel, summer sausage and crackers, Chex mix, and chocolate shakes. We’re all about the health here tonight.
And the girls? They’re acting like we tipped their heads back, inserted funnels, and poured in five-pound bags of sugar…per child. They are so excited to be staying up tonight. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I drove all four of them around to four different stores today (Aldi’s, Sam’s, Walmart, and Trader Joe’s). I had plans to hit Schnuck’s, too, but we were all toast after leaving Trader Joe’s.
The girls have since recuperated; I have not.
So here it is, 6:45 – only 5 hours and 15 minutes to go. Think anyone will notice if I change the time up by about four hours?