Don't y'all just love Fridays?!?! I drive my son to school on Friday mornings and I always buy him breakfast on the way. It is our Friday morning tradition. We goof around in the car and laugh. A lot. I don't know what the drivers around us think. If nothing particularly funny happens we laugh about other Friday mornings. That's what we did today.
Double Shot loves McDonald's. That is where we usually go. My voice makes going through the Drive-Thru difficult but I do it anyway. I'm lazy like that. One morning, the lady at the window had a thick German accent. As I pulled away I told my son that I thought she was from Germany, only I said it like Arnold Schwarzenegger would. He laughed and laughed and now talks like Arnold himself most Fridays.
On another day, at a different McDonald's, the gal at the window went on and on about how awful I sound (the usual response to hearing me speak) and then proceeded to go on about how she relies on her voice for her career in commercials and singing. This gal was probably in her fifties and sounded like a horse. She then, loudly and obnoxiously, told me that the trick was to drink 6 oz. of purple grape juice a day and that even if I forgot and went to bed, I should get up and go drink 6 oz. of purple grape juice a day. I smiled sweetly and thanked her for her help. As I pulled forward she kept hollering, "6 0z. of PURPLE grape juice EVERY DAY." Double Shot found the whole thing hilarious, especially since she was working the drive up window at McDonald's. This morning he got PURPLE grape juice in honor of her.
One morning we went to Burger King. We'd been talking to each other with British accents and I had declared myself to be, "The Ever Fabulous Twit." When we pulled up to the window to get our food, my son was talking and I couldn't hear the girl so I told him to shut it. Only I was still using the British accent and apparently the girl gave me an odd look that only my son saw. He laughed and laughed. When the girl came back to the window I took the food and then said, "Cheerio!" and pulled away a little too quickly, causing our heads to jerk back and hit our seats. Double Shot lost it. He likes to say, "Cheerio!" on Friday mornings now too.
Gosh, it is one beautiful morning here! We had to scrape ice from the car and the windshield fluid froze to the glass when I tried to hurry things along. But, there is some green poking up through the snow! Here and there I can see things struggling to sprout. I checked the tree in our front yard and there are buds! I am excited about it! I just love the morning. It is my absolute favorite time of the day!