Our local Subway serves mini pizzas. Did you know that? Because according to The Pony, Subways in Colorado and Kansas do not serve mini pizzas, forcing him to eat a cheese sandwich, toasted, which irritated the #1 son to no end, because according to him, "What kind of freak goes to Subway for a grilled cheese sandwich?" Which is different from his usual complaint when The Pony actually gets a mini pizza from Subway, which is, "What kind of freak goes to Subway for a pizza?"
The #1 son was off mowing yards today, so I picked up a Subway mini pizza for The Pony for lunch. I also got one for myself. But The Pony's pizza was long gone by the time I sat down to lunch. I thought it would just take a couple of minutes to get things ready, but you know how things go when you are on mom duty.
I set my mini pizza on the cutting block, and went to change from my town clothes into my mismatched, comfortable, Mansion clothes.
Then I saw that we needed another roll of toilet paper in that bathroom, so I went to the towel closet to get one.
Upon returning with the toilet paper, I remembered that I had put some clothes in the wash before leaving for town, so I had to go put them in the dryer.
Some of the clothes were nylon shorts, which I hang to dry, so I had to make room on some laundry room hangers by folding shorts already on the hangers, plus some Under Armor long boxers that can't be dried.
When I opened the dryer, I saw that a load of towels had not been folded, so I had to fold them to make room for the wet clothes.
That meant I had to put away the dry shorts, boxers, and towels.
Then I went back to the kitchen to put lime in my Sonic Diet Coke. I have been adding my own lime, because their lime takes up too much room, what with all the ice they add to my $2.05 beverage.
When I squeezed in the lime juice and pulp, I saw that they had not put in the excess ice today, and went to the freezer to get some cubes to keep my drink cold for the 7-8 hours I would be sipping it.
On my way from the counter to Frig, the phone rang. It was my mom saying that she had located the #1 son at his mowing yard and given him the $40 I had asked her to spot him until I see her tomorrow. He had been sent to pick up pool supplies that Miscalculator H led me to believe cost $48. I had given him $100 with permission to get lunch and breakfast on my dime, but he had to spend $30 of his own money for the $130 pool tab. Sooo...I didn't want him without money, and I didn't want to drive all the way to that town to find him.
The ice maker made that growling sound that means, "Hit me really hard on the bottom." So I complied. Then I took 7 crescent-shaped ice cubes and added them to my soda, since I had room now that I had sipped a bit during the lime addition.
And then it was time to eat a Subway mini pizza.