The Great Frozen Yogurt Heist

Embarrassing as this story is to tell, it must be told. Last week, I was walking into Cosmoprof (a beauty supply) just as a good friend of mine... let's call her Brittney J. to protect her identity. No, no that's too obvious, I'll call her B. Jones. Anyway, bumping into each other, we chatted and found out that we were both planning on going to Mesa Frozen Yogurt next door. She was meeting friends, I was just planning on getting a fix. So we went together. Met her friends (they were lovely) and saw that the table behind them had- get this, not one, but two perfect little cups of frozen yogurt, melting onto the table (toppings and all). B. Jones jokingly asks, "Hey- did you get these for us?" to which the friends reply, "No." "Sweet," I say, "It must have been the Three Nephites doing a good deed for us."

Never one to let perfectly delicious frozen yogurt go to waste, nor an opportunity to save a few dollars, I looked at B. Jones, she looked back at me, and we knew it was probably fate, coming together in our best interest. Before indulging, we asked the only girl working that afternoon, if she happened to know who these yogurts belonged to. "Nope, they must have forgotten them, because I haven't seen them". Sweet. Literally. So taking a big bite and licking the melted sides of the yogurt, another, more informed employee appears. "What are you doing?" She asks. "They just went to the bathroom a few minutes ago-" before she could even finish, B. Jones and I freeze, mortified at what we have just done, even more mortified that we were caught, and I say, "Quick, make the exact same ones, quick, right now-" producing the necessary money to pay and trying to speed the girl up. (where was she when we were asking, anyway?!) But before I could finish my sentence, "They" appeared. A lovely mom and her approximately 4 year old son, leaving the bathroom at the back of the store, looking for their dessert. "Oh, my" was all that the mom said, obviously baffled about what she walked out to find (2 grown women, stealing her and her son's yogurt). The boy, looked confused, hurt. I quickly lied, (a practice I abhor and rarely, if ever, engage in. But it seemed the only fitting solution) "Oh, well, we, um, just came here, to, um, meet friends and we, um, thought that they had, bought this for us, so we started eating it and before we knew it the lady said it was yours and we didn't realize til I took a big bite and we're so sorry, and, um, here, we bought you the exact same kind and um, here."

At that, we finished our yogurts (mint with oreos and chocolate with peanut butter cups) and tried not to die of embarrassment/laughter/who-the-heck-do-we-think-we-are?!

All we both really wanted was butterbrickle. Serves us right.

Tricked.

Let's all be honest here, I suffer from an acute case of "overscheduleitis". A side affect of which is "usuallyrunsatadbitlateitis". I've been trying since Kindergarten to overcome this terrible disease with it's accompanying undesirable symptoms. I am unwilling to cut things out of my schedule unless I absolutely have to, and I need approx. 8 hours of sleep at night. So 24-8= an insufficient 16 waking hours with which to exercises, do hair, clean house, love on Mooster, mow the yard, cook delicious food and eat it sitting down after having chewed each bite 20 times, play with friends, grocery shop, read scriptures, pray, shower, do hair (yeah, right) and makeup, etc... It doesn't sound like much, really, but there always seems to be extra activities crammed in there. Anyway, I keep thinking, "if only I only needed 6 hours of sleep at night, then I'd be that person who is always early (Butch Haught)"

And who hasn't set their clock for a few minutes faster than the actual time? Please tell me I'm not the only pathetic one. I recently set up an alarm clock in my attempt to get everything done and not be too rushed. It's helping. and I've had lots of good friends tell me, with love, some suggestions on how to become more prompt. This morning, Merrick woke up what seemed to be really early. After letting him cry long enough to really wake me up, I glanced at my alarm clock to see that it was 7:15, which is pretty average with him. Rubbing my eyes, I went and brought him to bed with me to nurse him. After which, we got dressed for a morning jog (it's hot, but not too hot anymore) and got breakfast. I went up stairs about 8 to see Eddy with the blanket over his head, obviously not wanting to get up yet. He usually leaves by 7:30, so I woke him up again and told him he was being a bum and that it was 8:00 already. To which he replies, "We've been tricked." Producing his cel phone with the correct time of 6:55 am, he and I realized that Merrick, who loves buttons on electronics, must have done his part to get me up and at 'em and on time. Thanks to him, I am feeling very accomplished, albeit a little more tired than usual today.