Trashed

I got a haircut today. They just keep getting worse and worse. I don't know if it's because the guy who cuts it uses an electric trimmer for 80% of the cut, or because the continual loss of hair is making it impossible to look like anything other than Bill the Cat.

Afterward, we (Amanda, the kids & I) headed over to Sonic for easy lunchings. Amanda customized her order, and they screwed it all up. Then, she noticed me removing the pickles from my burger and asked why I didn't just order it without pickles. I said, because I didn't want my order messed up. Ha. So a little bit later, she starts crumpling up her trash, and I'm looking the other way when I hear her say "Here, could you drop this in the trash can?" And just as I turn to see what she's handing me, I realize that crumpled burger wrappers, napkins and straw wrappers were tumbling down my chest like the remnants of a calving glacier. I tried fumbling to catch it all, but missed everything as it bounced off my gut and onto the floor, "What the? What are you doing? Jeez..." It was just so ridiculous, and I couldn't stop laughing. She was trying not to crack up and replied "The hand is quicker than the eye isn't it?" We agreed that our OK trip was going to be awesome after that one.