Potential Disaster at the Dry Cleaners
When I got there at 5 on the dot this afternoon (thanks to one of my chauffeurs), they could not find it. The lady who did the alterations remembered working on my dress earlier in the day, but they had no idea where they put it. I stood (and then sat) around for 45 minutes while they searched nearly every piece of clothing in the shop.
Just as I thought I was going to have to spend my Friday night and Saturday afternoon looking for another dress to buy, they found it. My dress had the wrong name on it. I was mainly relieved for the reason that I did NOT want to hunt for another outfit for tomorrow! Man, that would have been bad.
After the fiasco, I bussed it back to the city to meet Al at Rundle Mall. I bought a yoga mat (hooray!), and Al bought steak knives and a garlic crusher. Al is actually so excited about his steak knife purchase that he took photos himself and asked me to put them on my blog.
While the yoga was taking place, Al picked up KFC for dinner. I told him that I didn't want anything, but that was before I knew that they now have sweet potato fries (mmmm grease on the box)!