I feel so special. I came home after the first half of an exhausting day (worked 7-3 at the restaurant and at 4 I go to the gas station to work until 10) to find a whole big pile of mail for ME! This never happens. Tons of birthday cards plus my oh so sweet penpal Tony sent me the Fiona Apple Cd "when the pawn" because the songs "were fueled by some jerk like yours". I love birthdays!

Do you ever need to correct someone but you don't want to make someone embaressed. Today this very nice, young and very unexperienced mother came into the restaurant by herself with her 9m old daughter. She was one of those talkative types and I love kids so we chatted for awhile and I was playing with the little girl. I mentioned how I understood how hard it is to dine out with little ones because we always have my bestfriends two year old son along. For some reason she didn't hear the "best friend" part and thought I had a son. I didn't realize the mistake for awhile since she asked me questions about him but referred to him as "the little guy". Logan is the closest thing to a son that I could have since I see him all the time, babysit him, he comes with us everywhere. But then when Betsy another waitress asked if the baby was old enough to have a sucker the woman looks at me and says "You should ask the mother here. What do you think?" Ugh! *Blush*. I didn't say anything I felt so stupid! Oh, well I hope she doesn't come in again.