one too many steve's

Today has been pretty busy with a ton of running around, hence the late post.

The girls are at Grandma and Grandpa's again, this time without Tyler (he's napping at the moment). G&G said they wanted to spend some special time with the girls, but I think he may be a little too active for them-this weekend at least.

I had to do that hour long glucose test for diabetes today. Ick. Seriously, how did I not remember how bad that stuff tastes? Why is it so hard for pharmaceutical companies to get a medicine to taste good? It's a sugar drink people. I could drink lots of kool aid and that would do the trick! I feel like I have been eating non stop since I got my blood drawn just to get that horrible taste out of my mouth.

I'm hoping another healthy serving of Rocky Road will do the trick.

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I never have extra time in the morning, but this past week I have been getting up earlier (I think because of the sun- I can't believe this weekend is daylight savings already) and yesterday I thought that I would send Steve a bossy email. You know, the type that would get his attention and maybe even a reaction of some sort.

So I wrote him that Melanie had convinced me to get a mac for my next laptop, so our account would be missing between $1000-1800 today. That would get a reaction, would it not? I finished it up with i love you, blah, blah.

Then I was worried he would think the message was a little harsh, so I decided to add a little romantic sentiment post script. Something perfectly appropriate between a married couple, but a little something something to persuade him to come home a little faster.

Thinking I was all that, I inserted the address, hit send, and tried to guess how long it would be before I got a phone call from him.

He, hee.

I'm so funny/naughty/clever.

But then I had a feeling.

A bad feeling.

An emptiness in the stomach that only occurs when I know I've made a mistake, but refuse to admit it until I find evidence otherwise. I was hanging on to every shred of hope as I clicked into my "sent" file. I clicked on the email that I just sent to my husband and groaned.

My evidence was right there, plain as day at the top of the email.

I sent that little funny/naughty/clever message not to my Steve Foster, but another Steve Foster.

Not just any other Steve Foster.

My husband's father, Steve Foster.

Oh, the embarrassment.

I knew instantly there was absolutely no way to get that dumb thing back. I knew I was sunk. My only option was to write a quick apology note to his dad, hope he would understand, and move on.

Luckily, just that has happened. Grandpa Steve was very gracious to respond politely, and I have moved on. Perhaps a few shades redder, but I have moved on nonetheless.

I have learned my lesson. One, Make a big difference between the emails of similar names in my address book, and two, check the address before I hit send.

At least I didn't feel compelled to send a photo also.

That would've been really bad, huh?

Have you ever said or sent a message you wished you could have ripped right out of the air before it got to the wrong person?

Please. Leave it here and help me feel better about myself!