Has anyone else heard anyone say this? And I don't mean from children. I mean from a full grown adult? I have, on several occasions, and it makes me giggle every time. Bill says it now to be funny and it's starting to sound pretty normal.
Tonight we went to Asian Star for dinner. We went early to beat the crowd and it turned out to be a good idea. It was delicious. And very appreciated considering the day I had. Here's a fun story:
We got a ton of snow yesterday evening, so this morning I spent about 5 minutes brushing and scraping off snow and ice on the car. By the time I was done, I was covered in snow and my shoes were all wet. The roads hadn't been plowed yet and I was certain that I would miss my usual train. When I pulled in to the parking lot, however, I saw lots of people still standing on the platform, so I grabbed my bag and started running. I got to the platform and, it turns out, I had plenty of time because the train was about 5 minutes late. I thought I was in the clear until the driver came over the loudspeaker and said that he was having some technical difficulties. I could see he was telling the truth when on the next 4 stops, he'd have to leave his little booth, hop out of the train and run down to another car to fix a broken door. Then run back to head to the next stop. By the time we got to 13th South station, he made the announcement that the train was going no further and that we would have to get off that train and wait for the one just behind it to come on the other side of the track. Easier said than done. I waited, with about 200 other people in the freezing snow for about 15 minutes while two men tried to get the track switched so the train could come along the other side. My poor feet, already wet from sweeping the car, were ice cold. The rescue train finally came and I got on. It too, however, had some problems of it's own and it took another half hour for us to go 4 more stops. It finally arrived and I raced to my building. I was an hour and 15 minutes late.
From there, the day went along fine, except I never really warmed up...even with my little space heater under my desk. The kicker was when, during a meeting this afternoon, I was calmly chewing a piece of gum when it suddenly felt hard and crunchy. I felt around my mouth with my tongue for a second and discovered that part of my back molar had broken off! I took the little piece of tooth out and kept waiting for some excruciating pain to set it. It never did. The bright spot of the day! After my meeting I called my dentist, and wouldn't you know, he's out until Tuesday for the Utah Dentists Convention. I hope he's learning some new techniques about how to fix my tooth!
Happy Valentime's Day!
