Dresses

So I got an email this weekend, along with a postcard in the mail yesterday about Alfred Angelo dresses being "on tour" in my area.  I LOVE his dresses.  When I've been looking at wedding dresses, he has been my favorite designer so far.  So yesterday I called and made an appointment for Friday after work to go look at dresses!  I'm really excited.  I asked our friend Anne to come with me, and she's going to bring her baby, Parker with.  The Bridal Center that the dresses are being shown at is right next to a pizza place, so maybe Anne will want to get something to eat afterwards.  It's nice to just sit and have some girl talk every once and a while.  And ogle over Parker, because he's so darn cute.

Got my oil changed on Tuesday at the Mazda dealership.  It was one weird thing after another.  I showed up a TEENSY bit late because I had stopped at a park to take some pictures (more on those later), and then by the time I made it onto the highway, it was rush hour.  I was literally like, 3-4 minutes late.  No big deal.  Pulled part way into the garage, and no one greeted me as usual (had to get my tire checked one day because I found a nail in it).  Waited, waited, finally, someone greeted me and told me what stall to pull in.  Got my little buzzer thing, like the ones you get at restaurants when you're waiting, and went up to the lobby.  A woman and I were sitting in the chairs, and later, a man came up, and was dinking around on the computer behind me, mumbling to himself.  He gets up, turns towards us, and says, "May Jesus Christ bless you and save you," and leaves.  What?  The woman and I exchange puzzled looks and wait for the man to make it down the stairs before starting in.  "What do you say to that?  'Thank you'? Do you bless him back?  Did I sneeze?"  Not sure.  We had a good giggle over it, though.  Then my thing buzzed and said I was done, so I went down, the guy says "Your car is over there, the keys are in the ignition.  I go over to my car, and there's still the little paper floor mat they put in there so they don't muddy up your car, along with a sheet of printer paper with "VACUUM" typed on it under my windshield wiper.  I look in the car - not vacuumed.  Go into the office, tell the guy my car wasn't vacuumed.  He says he'll get the kid on the phone to vacuum it once he's off the phone.  I wait, wait, wait.  Finally, the guy tells the kid to go vacuum the car, and he'll take care of the phone.  The kid says, "Yeah, I'll vacuum it.  I'll vacuum the hell out of it."  And vacuum the hell out of it, he did.  I was waiting there forever.  Kid gets done, but doesn't come back to the office to tell me my car is done, but instead gets into another car and drives off.  I asked another guy if my car was done, he says yes, and takes the paper mat out of my car, and I'm ready to go.  Buckle, turn the key.  Wait.  There's no key.  That kid took off with the key to my car!  Tell the other guy my key is not in the ignition.  He checks for himself (like I would lie about that or not know where my ignition is?).  Goes to find the kid, kid doesn't have the key.  Somehow the key ended up back in the office, but I'm really not sure how.  Finally get to go home!

So that was my Tuesday, minus going to the park, which I will post next.  TTYL!

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