Alarm Clocks & KFC

Isn't it such an eerie feeling when you wake up before your alarm clock? Well this morning I awoke with that feeling. I laid there for a while thinking, "Humm.... when is it going to ring?" I roll over to grab my phone (my alarm clock as well) to see what time it was. "10:30am?!??!?!?!?!?" Panic seriously rang through my whole body because my 1st in class assignment in News Writing was today at..... ohh... 9am. Two points for Amelia. I inspect my phone to ensure everything is okay only to find.... I set it for PM instead of AM. Uggghhhh....

Ok... ready for a Williamsberg story? Today I was picking up Iretta May (I LOVE her name it rolls off your tongue) from the hospital. We were driving down the street when she bangs her cane on the floor of the car and yells, "STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Hello I shoulda been the one wearing Depends Adult Diapers today, I almost lost it. I slam on the breaks and she in her soft, shaky voice says... "It's KFC, pull over I gotta get myself some chicken!" Once my heart reaches resting heart rate we pull into KFC and get her some chicken and head back to Williamsburg. Holy SHOOT that woman scared me. I really am thinking I might go swipe some Depends from somebodies room.