I awoke early this morning and started the coffeemaker while I packed Bill's lunch for work.
I knew the day would not go well because I could not find my favorite cup to drink my coffee from. I have to have that cup it seems. I have others but that one is my favorite one. I have to drink from my second favorite one and it seems like the coffee just does not taste as good. I know it is silly but I am a creature of habit. I have a cupboard full of cups it seems and none of them are as good as the tall white one with a flower on it. My daughter got it for me for my birthday a few years ago and it might be because of sentimental reasons but I have always been that way.
Yesterday we took my eldest daughter out to eat at CiCi's, a local chain of pizza's. The daughter likes that place and it is a cheap fun place to go for a family. She was home for a few days and we took her there before driving her over to her apartment.
Last week I ordered a phone from verizon. They sent me the wrong one. They sent me a prepaid phone and I do not have that kind of plan. I took the phone in to have it exchanged and what a hassle that was. They did not question the fact that they goofed but I stood in line over an hour while they figured out why their computer kept rejecting the exchange. Instead of getting angry, I decided to make the best of it and joked with the clerk and made conversation with other customers in another line. I don't tend to blame the clerks for an error someone else makes. I think she was glad I took it that way and really worked hard to try and mend things. Why blame her for something she had no contol over?