Work has been crazy.  And when I say this, I mean that I leave the office and cannot form sentences because my mind has been ripped to shreads.  With too much going on at work, plus my crazy travel, plus school…it seems that I’m drowning at times.  On Monday, I drove home from work and couldn’t even remember the drive because I was in zombie mode.  There was no way I could cook dinner, much less decide what to make, so I asked Jacob to pick up dinner on his way home from school.  We decided on Subway and we both wanted meatball subs.

*Side note: The name Subway Meatball Sub doesn’t sound good.  Just like the McRib, with its formed meat to look like ribs, doesn’t sound good.  But every now and then, the meatball sub is good mood food.

Jacob got home and we grabbed our sandwiches.  I had the 6-in and he had the footlong.  I unwrapped mine and digged in.  So good!!  He opened his and opened the bread and found that one side didn’t even have meatballs in it, just bread and sauce!!  With a mouth full of sub I was like, “wilwy?”  He said, “YES! And, I even asked the guy if he put meat on it because it just looked like sauce!”  The other side only had three meatballs, which was just as disappointing.  Poor guy was so hungry and so exhausted from his long day that annoyance overcame him.  He picked up his sub, went to the back door, opened the sliding glass door, and threw the sub out the door!

The evening didn’t end up a happy one.  Everytime I let the dogs out to potty, I had to keep them away from the random meatballs on the ground and the sub sliding down the rock wall.

Today, two days later, I get an email from Jacob.  I won’t bore you with the details but at the end he wrote, “…I hope you still love me like a fat kid loves cake.”  My response? “I love you like the subway guy loves his meatballs.”

Jacob told me tonight that he sent a complaint email to Subway and received a call back from a manager.  He gets a free meal on them.  Maybe he’ll get extra meatballs!