Gee, thanks.

Don’t you just love when you’re doing something mundane & your phone dings that you’ve got a text… I just finished making everyone lunch & then cleaning it up by myself, when my phone dings. I get my hopes up, just a little, that an ADULT is wanting to communicate with me. Maybe my friend with a snide remark she shouldn’t say aloud. Or a GNO invite. Or my H saying he’ll be home for dinner. Maybe even Ponyboy thanking me for the awesome sandwich.

Nope. It’s Papa John’s informing me (again) that because I’m such a valued customer (who’s been there 2x in 5 yrs) they have a special $7.99 pizza for me.

Let me tell ya, Now I feel lucky.