Stalker Confessions
I have a confession to make. I have taken up stalking. This is no small feat I tell you, as I am not the most subtle person. But, this new obsession of mine has become a little absurd.
I drive by first thing before work and after work and as I drive by I murmer “open, open, open” (just like the Mervyns commercials of old). I give Hubby daily updates. I think he thinks I am crazy. I talk to the construction workers to get the inside scoop. They humor me. And then I doze off dreaming of downing that nice, tasty beverage and I get EXCITED.
I have never really been much of a stalker, but when I set my mind upon wanting something, it does tend to overtake my system. Especially, when it comes to food. And especially when you live in such a SMALL town that they don’t have half the foods you are craving or wanting. But in this case, a familiar food joint was on the up and up and my stomach overtook my brain. I became a stalker.
And then….I saw it…the sign:
Opening Feb. 8th. SONIC! WOO HOO.
Is it sad stuff like this that makes my day? Well, I don’t care. I will be in line with the best of them, ordering my Cherry Limeaide!
mmmmm