Yesterday on the way down to Atlanta we stopped at Wendy’s for dinner.
I know what you are thinking…The cleanse obviously affected my lifestyle choices…
Anyways.
While taking my son to the restroom a man in the stall next to us asked us…
“You guys ok?”
To which I replied…
“Yea. We’re good”
To which he replied…
“Well tell mom I’m praying for her”
To which I realized he was on his phone…
To which I replied…
“We are totally good to head up there after the storm passes Brian. It’s gonna be close but we are good to try to make it”
To which Losiah looked at me like I was crazy…
To which I didn’t know how I was going to explain that I was pretending to talk to an imaginary Brian on my imaginary phone.

When was the last time you tried to save face after falling flat on it?
Los