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The Khaladiya Day From Hell

Though I have something important to do before bedtime, I cant let this day pass without talking about how horrible it became once I left the house in route to the mall for what I thought would be a pretty good day with the crew.

yeah, I have a crew,lololol. But I digress...

After it was all over C said we should have known when it all started at PJ's when they did not have pepperoni for the pizza. They also didnt have spinach alfredo for the chicken florentine pizza (which I think is their best pizza but dont take my word for it). We then left there to find something to eat before we ventured into the theatre for some laughs (or so we thought).

The other C and I recommended a place for C to eat because they had something good on the menu.What they gave her, though, was not at all what we had gotten when ordering the same thing from another restaurant of the same name. They basically gave her a can of tomatoes and a piece of toast.

yeah.

Next, we go to the movie to see This is 40. Dont judge us. Based on the previews, we honestly thought it was going to be funny. I thought it would give me good laughs about what I have to look forward to when I get to be 40,especially the dynamics of a married couple at that age.

it.was.nothing.like.that.


At least two of us were angry while watching it.I wanted to leave halfway through and probably would have had it not been a triple date. Oh how I wish I could get that time back!


Ok, the movie is over and, against my better judgement, I decide I want two original glazed donuts.When Thomas leaves Im so going to be on the bandwagon of health so why not splurge now right? Not so fast.The woman tells me they dont have them.Asks me if I want bran donuts instead.Um,nooooooo."um,you dont have them at all today?when will you have them again?" She tells me an hour and a half.

*blink,blink*

I look at her speechless for a moment. I then slowly turn and walk away.



I left my house for this?

I love my girls but I would have had a better time on Macintosh (that is his official name). Here is where I raise my cocktail in a one woman toast. "Here is to the next time.May it be a much better time.One in which I may even find a onesie!"

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