I am sure I couldn't be a waitress or whatever they are called these days. I didn't get bent out of shape, because I know it is a tough job. It is incredible the way some of them keep things straight. To be fair, the waitress today took away all the used dishes etc, and asked someone else to bring my coffee. I think the missing spoon was just something lost in the shuffle and it was just my day to have that kind of stuff happen.
A fork doesn't really stir coffee well but that's OK.
So the rest of my day has gone well. I haven't done a THING, except had a visit from a sweet little neighbor lady. I have Threads of Love tomorrow and am all done cutting out stuff. So I will just chill out tonight, sit and watch TV and snuggle Charlie, and tomorrow will be the best day I have had in YEARS.
I am from the South, dahlin'.....
I will bless your heart,
and slap the mess out of you........
And then bring you a casserole.