Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The evils of Sonic and Predisone

My doctor put me on predisone to chill out my sinuses and get me ready for surgery next week. Predizone makes me PMS no matter if "Aunt Flo" is scheduled to appear or not. Sonic has come out with a new Cookie Dough breeze.

Yesterday, while my darling Banker Boy (my husband) and I were at Sonic I happened to notice this wonderful treat on the ordering board, but not until after I had already attempted to order a Reese peanut buttercup blast and settled for an M&M one. Then and only then do I see the new poster. I decided that right there I must have one and forget the M&M crap.

Enter the problem - I am not the one driving and therefore do not have access the the little push button on the box that summons the faceless voice inside. Banker Boy's first though is no honey you already ordered. To which I smile and replied "But I don't want that one any longer and it won't taste the same". We debate this for a few minutes and watch as everyone else around us gets their orders. After about 5 minutes, Banker Boy decides they have taken this long they can change the order anyhow. (Plus I think aliens return his brain in this short time frame.) He pushes the button and informs another faceless voice that we want to change the order. I think he also remembered in those short minutes that the medication makes me bawl at the drop of a hat and he didn't have any tissues or the desire to sleep on the couch.

I am sure that the faceless woman who has taken the request is cussing me up one side and down the other because it appears that she had finally just made the original order. I didn't feel to bad for to long, I must have my cookie dough.

We get back home (we live 2 minutes from the Sonic) and I stick my spoon in the wonderful looking concoction. Take a bite and it is heavenly. It was worth all of the fuss to make it mine.

The predisone is still evil, between the cravings and the mood swings, but at least I have a Sonic Cookie Dough Blast band aid to make it a bit easier to endure.

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