and this little piggy had veal

yeah, i just had to call another italian place to get the veal parm sub and while i was at it i added stuffed shells... unfortunately, i had to deal with the idiot girl who takes orders at the second place (i've hung on and given up on ordering more than once because she doesn't pay attention and may have a hearing problem, yet she takes orders over the phone in a noisy small pizzaria restaurant... they have good sauce, though prices have gone up and the other place is winning out much of the time because the girl there is like day to this one's night)... everything had to be repeated three times and once again i had to ask for the price and she put me on hold three times and came back with a price that made no sense and we discovered she put in the wrong order... she must be the owner's daughter because she is incompetent as a telephone order person and has zero customer service skills, including aggzasperated rude teenage sighs when she can't undestand or get the order right as if it is the customer's fault she is ridiculously unsuited for the job...

but all that aside, i'm getting even more food so there may even be food for sunday in spite of the pig out... jackson may be home saturday night, so i may share some (lol)... the first order will get here first, so depending how long the second order takes, i might be done before the second order gets here and i am boring myself now, so i'll move on to another subject to babble on about as i distract myself from waiting for the food to arrive...

as for the personal drama you come here for (if you are a normal human gawking at soap operas and car accidents and so on... or if you just care) jackson did break down to talk to me before she headed away for her niece's birthday... it is so challenging for her to talk about her emotions and all that repression is not healthy for her or anyone around her, but nobody's perfect (i'll take first in line for that) and i just keep trying to get her to open up so she doesn't develop ulcers and strokes and migraines and anything else that comes from too much bottled up emotion... so we are as good as it gets again and hopefully still inching closer to being the best friends we call each other... poor baby (don't call me baby), she works way too many hours and it's therapy, so you've got to have a thick skin and inner light because it is thankless work most of the time and that gets to her sometimes because she seeks validation and appreciation from others... her beautiful heart wants everyone to be happy and that leaves her very disappointed in the real world, but she does help so many people so much, she just needs to remember that and seek the reassurances and comforts where she can get them... being stubbornly independent and not wanting to ask for help doesn't help... working sundays is depressing her because she wants to go to her church and they don't have any services other than sundays... anyway, i keep on the path of enlightenment with her and sooner or later she will shine her own light brighter than any of the downbeats and negativity she deals with daily...

and the food is here so yum yum see ya :)