Sunday, January 11, 2009

Wherein (not so fast) fast food saves the day ...

We might have been here had I not given in to the whims of a five-year-old and stopped for a hot dog as we were leaving Target yesterday.

And to think, at the time I thought it was unlucky that there was only one person behind the counter taking and serving orders. Whew.

10 comments:

Fairly Odd Mother said...

Wow, scary! This will make me think the next time I say, "No, we're not getting that--It's not good for you!"

toyfoto said...

You can bet I made that point to my husband, who HATES when I feed the kids junk.

Whirlwind said...

Wow, I'm glad to hear you stopped for that hot dog. It's weird how when we deviate from the norm, it's usually for the good.

clickmom said...

Holy cow. That is scary!

Mrs. Chicken said...

That was a big dose of good karma, or destiny, or whatever you want to call it.

Target saves the day again!

But seriously, how scary. Glad you are alright.

melanie said...

And I thought hot dogs were scary! So glad to hear you were delayed.

juliekintaiwan said...

Wow. I am so glad you're safe. Move to Taiwan, we don't have crazy crapt like that.

Be Still said...

That is crazy stuff. I'm glad you had slow service, that is for sure.

Anonymous said...

I heard something about a shootout in New Albany, NY on the news as I was on my way out the door and immediately thought about you and your family.

The thought that you might have been in the proximity of this senseless act is unnerving.
If timing is everything than Annabel must be in time and you might want to run with her urges until you see different results.

It might mean some extra stops at toy stores and candy shops but who knows what positive things you may encounter on these adventures...

Later, Kcoz

Shutter Bitch said...

I'm just catchin up on your blog, and wow, I'm so glad you gave in for the hot dog. Hot dogs may be junk, but in this case, who cares? You're safe.

What's this crazy world coming to? grumble grumble, mumble, growl. People shooting randomly on the interstate.