All week long, we had promised the kids that ON SATURDAY--after Tru's last basketball game, we would drive to Pizza Hut and PIG OUT! Man, I was looking forward to that yummy, thin-crust pizza that only Pizza Hut can do right. After sitting on the hard gym bleachers for an hour, with an unusually fussy baby Jane, we were all a little cranky. A little whiny. But nothing a little hot pizza couldn't fix. Tru's game was in a small town, literally in the middle of nowhere. I think the population sign said something like "276." We had to drive 20 more minutes to get to the town with the Pizza Hut. We walk in and are immediately assualted by warmth and yummy smells. We obtain the highchair, get seated and that's when we realized that for the rest of the evening, we would be accompanied by: Ditz Waitress. Our waitress both looked and sounded like she'd been smoking crack. Right off the bat, Ditz Waitress decides that the best place to put a tall glass of ice water would be within reaching distance of baby Julianna. In 2.3 seconds flat, that water was all over me and all over Julianna. It didn't take me long to figure out that I needed to change Julianna's wet clothes--it was cold in this Pizza Hit BEFORE we were covered in ice water. Ohhh, Cole had to use the extra "baby-bag outfit" yesterday when he was out with the girls and there is no extra outfit. Tru offers his fleece hoody to stuff around Jane's legs. Her shirt didn't get wet, just her pants. The food should be here any minute. We're going to be OK. Bread sticks arrive. Hot dipping sauce arrives. Yummy supreme pizza arrives. Our spirits are rising by the second. Ditz Waitress asks us if there is anything else she can get for us. Umm, our other pizza. The pepperoni one. The only pizza that half of our family will touch with a ten-foot pole. "Huh? You ordered two pizzas?" Ditz Waitress says. Yes, we ordered two pizzas. "Geeee, I'm really sorry. I'll try to get that out to you as soon as I can." And so it went. After our 2nd pizza finally arrived, we ate as fast as we could and made a mad dash for the door. Cole and the kids made it to the van before I did because I had to take Julianna to the bathroom for a diaper change. As I was leaving, I tried to ignore the stares from the old lady sitting 2 booths down. I knew she was thinking that I was one of those parents who takes their kids to the grocery store in only a diaper. I wrapped Julianna in my coat so that her legs and feet (yes her socks got wet too) wouldn't freeze on the way to the van, and ignored the old lady. When I got to the van, I asked Cole "Did they charge us for that 2nd pizza?" Cole: "Yes." Me: "Did you leave a tip?" Cole: "Only 10%." (He usually leaves 20%) "I felt sorry for her." I guess even Ditz Waitress needs a little grace. Good thing she was serving the Nicest Guy in the World. :)