Today was my last first day of school, although I have yet another last first day of school this year.
Best Friend and I accidentally looked way too cute and coordinated. I don't mind!
This morning Best Friend was nagging me about taking photos today, and I was mean and blew her off because I am now insecure about my camera and never want to look at it again until I have a new one. Yes, I'm that stubborn. So, as you can see, I did absolutely nothing to document this most special of days.
So like I said, Best Friend and I were cute. Well we got our photo taken for the yearbook today for being so darn cute. That's kinda cute, right? And did we get a photo for us? NOPE.
I said "hi" and "goodbye" to numerous amounts of people, friend and foe alike. (Well, I actually only dislike one person, and I only dislike her out of my own pride because I will never be able to admit that Lettie Rosdahl didn't do anything to me that is worth hating her for. I also enjoy being able to say that I have an enemy, an arch nemesis of sorts.)
Best Friend doesn't have a seventh hour, so she and I went on a date with Gramma Pattie! We went to the liquor store, because what date is complete without going there? No, I actually needed a couple empty boxes, and that's where you can get them. And then, WAIT FOR IT...
We went to pick-a-flavor!
Pick-a-flavor is actually Blazen Burger, the best restaurant in Nampa. It is a cute, little, very little, locally owned mom and pop restaurant. They have amazing milkshakes, not to mention they're only $1 after 8pm nightly.
Best Friend and I always go there to order pick-a-flavor shakes. Brad, the owner, knows that this means he picks the flavor and surprises us! It's great, really, except when he's not working and one of the teenage boys goes crazy on our pick-a-flavor and we must simply pretend to enjoy it.
Today we were getting real food there for the first time, so amidst all the excitement I forgot to order pick-a-flavor and spent the extra time to decide on a Reeces milkshake. Brad caught me, though, and said he had been thinking about us and how when we came in the next time he would give me a Reeces one.
This tells me two things:
1. I should be a mind reader, or at least a hypnotist.
2. We've become a landmark of a sort to Brad! It's like a game: he decides what he'll give us next time we come in, and when we order, he know immediately what we'll order.
Well, we accidentally ordered smalls, instead of junior shakes. They were so large and melted so quickly we may as well have just dumped them on the floor. We asked if we could mop the floor, but he wouldn't let us and gave us a wash towel instead.
I'll miss pick-a-flavor.
