It's been a long but very interesting, and amusing evening.
Meg seems to be adjusting well to Maine so far. Sure, she's homesick, but that's to be expected. It's not been as bad as I thought it would be though and for that I am grateful. She's finally meeting people (oh but wait my pretties, she's met one in particular) and getting more familiar with the area and has been submitting job applications left and right. And she and I have been having a lot of fun. Often times I think Gareth is the one having all of the fun though as Meg and I tend to provide endless hours of entertainment for him. At least with Meg here he has a primer of sorts for when Gaby hits that age. Not that life with a teenage female is predictable. Rather, it's entirely the opposite. Heck, life with a 30-something female isn't any easier I imagine.
Anyhow, Meg hung out with a certain someone this evening (I have to tell ya though, when Brandon - this certain someone came in and shook Gareth's hand and called me "ma'am" and Gareth "sir" I about choked...it was an odd feeling to be addressed that way. This boy is all manners and courtesy though and he's a real doll! He did the same when he dropped her off and although I insisted he call me by my first name he left the house still calling me either "miss" or "ma'am") and when she got back she wanted to go on a late night burger run. Well, this is Maine after all and the only thing open after midnight was Taco Bell. A brand new one at that. So we are driving up towards the window and I come to what I thought was the little order-box thingy where you place your order. So I sat there, and sat there and sat some more just waiting for someone to greet me. I was begining to think that whomever was working the drive-thru window was not on the ball. And I notice that Meg is absolutely shaking with laughter and tears are rolling down her face. She is in hysterical fits of laughter and I am at a loss as to why.
Ok so right about then I realize that I am not waiting to talk into the drive-thru speaker thing, no - this is what I was about to speak into....
Yeah, that's right, it was a trash bin! A freakin trash bin! But before you members of the peanut gallery throw yourself into hysterical fits of laughter, you have to admit that it kinda looks like a drive-thru speaker thing!
It does!!!!!
