We
tried one more time in the truck order department. The replacement for the grille arrived
earlier than expected at Nathan’s house, and he said it looks a lot more like
what we need than the other one. Even
has a background for the GMC logo on it.
And I went ahead and ordered the replacement side marker lamp
assemblies. No idea why they are called
that other than they are on the side of the truck. I just know they are amber colored. Why not just say that?
We
had an emergency pickup at school yesterday.
Cailyn called her parents to let them know one of the wires on her
braces had broken loose and was behaving incredibly annoyingly. Since both of
them were at work, we were up as next in line.
We drove out to the East End of the Island where her school is to pick
her up. Then to the dentist’s office,
which is right around the corner from our house.
All
was taken care of, and as we pulled out of the parking lot to head back to
school, another issue arose. Would she
have time to eat lunch? They only get
thirty minutes to scarf down their cardboard pizza slice. Could we in all good conscience as doting
grandparents allow for the remotest possibility that she would be subject to
such a horrific fate? Thirty
minutes? Cardboard pizza? I think not.
Besides, we had to drive right past Whataburger on our way back to
school anyway. How could we not
stop? Of course we left the final
decision up to Cailyn. She pondered her
options long and hard … two, maybe three seconds. We went to Whataburger.
And
then, horror of all horrors. They no
longer offer the Dr Pepper milkshake. Come
on, people. I get that you have to have
some excuse for ad campaigns “re-introducing” the good stuff every so
often. But some things are better off
left alone. We were forced to revert to
our precious go-to order, chocolate malts, but it was done under protest. The lady told us to give them a month or so
and the DP shakes would probably be back.
Sigh. What option do we have,
save to wait, pining away the loss of yet another beloved icon …
Luke
6:45 says, “A good man brings good things
out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out
of the evil stored up in his heart. For
the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”
Wow,
Lord. That verse sure gives new meaning
to the phrase, “you’re full of it.” Help
me be full of you. Amen.
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