Working a full time job, raising two daughters, attempting to have a social life, trying to make my family proud, and trying to make myself proud are things I do every day. I'm now beginning my journey of giving. This is step one.
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So, I worked late tonight. Let's start there. You know I'm hungry. I've been smelling chicken at random moments on my commute home and I'm in a car alone with my windows rolled up. I know, ridiculous. I get home and get my girls in bed because they've already eaten, and by now it's more than half an hour past their bedtime. I go through my usual kissing and tickling, and finally they're calm enough for me to walk out of their room. I walk out and I'm instantly on the hunt for food. I look in the fridge and am utterly disappointed. No leftovers, please. I look in the freezer - oh please, no. I don't want to cook anything. Welp, gotta hit up Romans.
I get in my car, standing strong in my decision, and drive all of 2.5 minutes to the restaurant down the street. I get here and oh my gosh, where the heck is my wallet? At this point you're thinking "just go back home", right? WRONG! My guy, Bill (the owner, who is so nice you can physically feel the niceness exuding from his pores) has a POS (point of sale for my friends who have never worked in a bank) system that can save your card numbers and display the last four digits so you can use them without physically having the card!
[I know this because there was a time I helped my amazing brother tow a car with an SUV in the dark while said car had zero power and I left my wallet in the SUV overnight, then over-weekend by mistake. My mom had to overnight my wallet to me but in the meantime I was damn hungry and showed up to Bill's wonderful place and he saved my life (and my stomach).]
So, kids..... Please, for the love of all things delicious, hold on to your wallets and make sure you can buy yourself a turkey and tomato panini when all attempts at trying to make yourself want to cook fail.
That is all.
~until next time