Day 25.

My Monday. I was in disarray today. I will tell you why in a minute. First I want to tell you about what I wore. 
Cranberry coloured suede ankle boots.
They're new. Sullivan snatched them for me at a flea market this weekend. I about had a heart attack when he handed them to me on Sunday. I felt very badly about that too, because Jack had been preaching to me all morning and I was half asleep and then Sullivan came over and gave me the boots and I gushed. A lot. Jack has this incredible capability to gush about his Lord, and when I do the same to shoes after his three hour love rants...well, I can tell he feels sad. I just can't comprehend what he calls "grace."
Anyway, back to the disarray.

Total mistakes: 79
Total customers: 102

See the disarray? I think that that was the most customers I've had on a morning shift in a long while. And I will tell you why. 
Peach blossom shaken iced tea with a shot of espresso and Memorial Day.
Patrick has definitely done the most gushing this weekend. Even counting the suede incident.
Jack was the best at swallowing his spite. I think it's a Christian thing. Sullivan had the most problems. He still constantly won't admit to the concoction being a sell-out. Which it is. Proof? We ran out of peach flavoring two hours before my shift this morning ended. It was a disaster. I had to deter a lot of angry high-schoolers. I think most of the girls just came to try it out because Patrick made it up and he's kind of cute. Then someone decided that it actually tasted good and then everyone thought Patrick was kind of cute. I would not want to be on staff tonight during his shift. Patrick honestly believes he can single-handedly redeem the nation of Africa with his tips. And I'm not going to lie, he might be able to do just that with the new hit espresso drink and a Memorial Day premiere.


Sullivan is coming to pick me up in a few minutes. We're going to SliceMeLove to have blueberry pie (I am so sick of peaches) and to take Lila back to Jack's place. He was supposed to be watching their Grandmother, but he's been at the Church all afternoon and won't answer his phone and Darla has to go to a dentist appointment. He does that a lot. Something about turning it on silent when you're in the house of the Lord. Or that's how Jack puts it. I totally would have watched their Grandma, but I don't think Sullivan thought that was a very good date idea. He's more into pie, then the antique store, and then scouting the town for his best friend on his bicycle and chewing him out because he forgot about his neighbor's oral health needs. I totally know that's what we're going to be doing. And I'm totally fine with that. He did buy me ankle boots after all.
See? I'm still gushing.   
It is possible that these are the only shoes I will be wearing for the next few weeks. 
Not really. That's not possible at all. My nude heels are beckoning me for tomorrow morning. I know I really shouldn't, I'll regret it after about two seconds, but still. Watch. Sullivan will take me to the antique shop and I'll snag a jacket that will be too perfect not to wear them with and then I will be a lost cause. 


Sullivan is here. He just walked right through the door and is now yelling about how I shouldn't leave the door unlocked and someone could just come in and murder me. Boyfriends are the sweetest.
He's still in a bad mood (so about the peach tea thing). We are definitely going to look for Jack. He wants someone to yell at. I can tell.
So glad I get shoes and not the nasty man bellow he is capable of.

xo, Delia.