All last evening I was craving a peanut butter oreo shake. Once the girls were in bed and the first of 12 loads of laundry I need to do before sunday was in the washer, I set out for our local greasy spoon. I arrived at 9pm thinking...it's a Friday night and Prom night to boot--they've got to be open right? WRONG! Closed at 9 and they didn't even care that I was so disappointed and so pregnant. So, I drove to the only other possible option the local bakery/ice cream treat store--LOCKED UP! I could have cried.
This is one reason living rural isn't so great at times. What are these places thinking closing up so early on the weekends? Where is a pregnant mama to go? And what are all those Jr. Prom kids supposed to do after the dance?!!!
Words from the lawyer on Seinfield would have described my feelings: unthinkable, despicable, unconscionable!