One of marvels of living in this town, is the fact that I can pick up the phone, dial a number, and in about….. say 30 minutes or so…. hot food comes to my door.  It is remarkable.  Astounding.  Almost unbelievable.  (I know I’ve mentioned this before… but here I go again.  It is just SO crazy-good!)

I can’t do this where I live in Ohio.  Not even for a pizza.  But down here, I can get just about anything delivered to my door.

It is always the same scenario though.  The driver gets here.  I start jumping up and down.  I run out and hug him.  I say… “For ME???  Oh thank you, thanks!!!  You are awesome and wonderful…. and some kind of a rock star.”  To which… he ALWAYS says… “Lady.  YOU called it in.  YOU gave us your credit card number.  Here’s your food.”  ……. um….. uh….  “You mean this is just for MEEEEEEEEE????  You are a sweeeetie.  A real gem!”  Then I do the happy dance all around the front porch… Steve Martin style.

I think our neighbors watch.  But I don’t care.  This is miraculous, and hence, I celebrate.

My cat always comes out and watches too….. on account of I always order her a little something.  This is due to the fact that they only have Doggy Bags when you eat AT restaurants… so she always get the short end of the stick on those nights.  But……when I order in, she gets her game on.  Her happy dance is much better than mine.  Just a girl and her cat… cavorting and leaping around….  there for God, all our nosy neighbors, and everybody else to see.

Then…. doggone it….we go in and eat the whole kittenkaboodle.