A $50 pizza and some bushy eyebrows

My husband and I are idiots.

A few weeks ago we ordered a pizza, as we do every Friday, from a place we’ve only ordered from a few times. Usually we pay with credit card over the phone, but for some reason we decided to pay with check. So, when they got there, I was busy with Ella, my husband gave them a check and we happily dug in.

Days later I would receive a call saying my husband had forgotten to sign the check, so they needed one of us to come in and sign it. I said yes, of course, I would do it that night. Well, any mom knows an extra errand isn’t always the easiest thing to work in especially spur of the moment. Our nights are pretty full as it is and after a day of work and playing with Ella then bathtime … I’m exhausted. So, I procrastinated and didn’t go in that night, thinking I would the next.

Well, the next day the pizza shop owner called again. I apologized and assured him I would be in that night. And I was, I quickly signed the check and hustled next door for my hair appointment. Luckily they’re in the same plaza.

Nearly two weeks later, last night, I realize I’ve left my cell phone in the car for a few hours and I play the four messages I’ve missed. It’s the pizza shop owner again. He says the check was written on an account that didn’t exist anymore. D’oh! We had finally closed one of our checking accounts we had from when we lived in Michigan and had written a check from that account. The pizza shop owner was not so polite anymore. He said that after two days he will turn the case over to a prosecutor. Yikes. In Steve’s defense he swears I set out the checkbook for him. In my defense, maybe Steve should have looked at the check and perhaps signed it even. Uugh.

Next message: “Erin you had a 3:00 appointment to have your eyebrows done. Just wanted to let you know.” OH NO! This was the THIRD time I’ve missed. I’m such a jerk. For some reason I keep forgetting. I have never ever missed an appointment for anything else. In fact, I’m usually early. And for some reason, I keep standing up my poor, nice esthetician at my salon. Crap. I’m so embarrassed. My only defense is that she did say there would be a reminder call. And I honestly thought I would check the time on my appointment, but remembered I was supposed to get a reminder call this time. Guess they forgot too? Or maybe that was a joke when she offered that? Anyway, still my fault.

So I humbly filled an envelope with money, making up for the three missed appointments and three good tips. I asked Steve to drop it off at the beauty shop while he was next door paying the pizza man, who charged us an extra $30. Hmmm. A $50 pizza and $50 for three eyebrow appointments I didn’t go to. Well done.

Anyway, I’m sorry Doris at the salon. I won’t make any appointments for awhile and I’m sorry pizza company. We will use a credit card from here on out, but please, don’t look at my eyebrows.