Just call me Mrs. Special

I'm pretty sure my husband is going to divorce me...   I haven't done a Thing all weekend and I'm pretty sure the Chocolate Children could hide under the amount of dirty laundry on the floor.   The mountin of dishes in my sink is about to topple and the floor needs vacuuming so bad that I'm pretty sure when I vaccum I'll be able to make another dog with all the dog hair that I pick up.  That is so gross...I promise I'll clean tonight, or tomorrow.  Or Wednesday. 

I've been very bored in the last year and decided I need to add more things to my calender and I swear I'm gone almost every night!  Sean is even starting to complain that I'm gone too much...and that is very odd  for his behavior.  He won third at a SteerWrestling Jackpot today in Ft. Smith Yay!  He's decided he wants to try and get a job and stay home for now until he can save up more money and find a group of guys to rodeo with...it's cheaper that way apparently because gas isn't cheap or something like that.  I'm happy that he's back home now, but the job search is getting depressing.  I bet we've applied him for 20 + jobs and no bites yet.  Good thing Mary Kay has pulled us through the bill paying these past two months!

So Friday night and Saturday I went to a Mary Kay confrence and stayed at the Peabody in Little Rock.  If you've never heard of it (it's in Memphis too) they have ducks in the lobby and the ducks walk through the hotel and get on the elevator and ride up to the top balcony and walk around, then go to bed.  It's super cute!  It's a really ritzy hotel too.. 4 whole stars!!  (didn't know Arkansas had 4 star hotels huh?) 

When I opened a Mary kay checking account I opened it under Jenna Thomas-Special Account.  (I promise this story is going somewhere)  The debit card that I got says  "Jenna L. Thomas-Special"  apparently there wasn't enough room on my debit card to finish out the "account" part.   When I was checking out of our Hotel, the guy behind the desk was dressed in his spiffy suit and was extreamly nice and helpful, I'm totally not used to that in Hotels.  So I handed him my debit card and he nicely looked at the card and said  "Well Mrs. Special, Did you have a great time this weekend?"   I couldn't figure out why in the hell he was calling me Mrs. Special.  For a minute I really felt "special" and thought it was some new kind of pet name like "baby" or "honey" and that maybe ritzy four star hotels treated people like that.   I just hid my embarassed smile and he handed back my debit card.

I turned to talk to the girls behind me as I was waiting for my receipt and I heard him say "Mrs. Special, excuse me Mrs. Special."  I realized he was talking to me and turned to hear him say he needed my debit card back for a minute.  As I was handing him my debit card, the shiny silver writing on my card caught my eye.  I then realized that if you glance at my card, it totally looks like my last name is Special and that four star hotels weren't the type of hotels that used pet names for their guests.   I almost laughed outloud I was so tickled at his mistake and my stupidity!!   He reran my card, gave me my receipt and said, "Thank you Mrs. Special, you have a great weekend."  I smiled real big and said,  Thank You!