By now you probably realize that Awkward is my middle name. I can’t help it, that’s the way God made me, and I usually have no problem owning it. That is, until something particularly awkward or embarrassing happens, I go through my stages of coping with my awkward (processing, realization, hysteria at myself) and I blog about it. That’s the way things roll around these parts.

So with that horrendously awkward opening, put your mittens around your kittens and away we gooooo…

Last weekend the heavens parted when we opened our mailbox and found a buy one get one free Chipotle coupon. Seeing as how we are on more of a Taco Bell budget (actually a eat at home budget) you can imagine the anticipation of when we could use such a terrific stroke of luck. Finally it was decided upon that Tuesday would be the declared Chipotle day and that we would shout it from the rooftops from dusk till dawn. Our excitement grew (trust me, when you’re poor you appreciate treats like this so much more) and we began constructing a plan…basically deciding that the instant Hubster walked through the door, he would pass the baton to me and I would leave on a mini mom vacation and pick up the food.

We also decided to use the technology available to us (text message) to remember our orders, because a pen and a paper are so archaic. Everything was so well planned that I received Hubbers’ order via text the moment I stepped out of my car and walked into Chipotle. Everything was going according to plan.

Or so I thought. While standing in line I had my text message ready,and as the line moved to make it my turn I gave the worker my order (veggie bowl etc) and then proceeded to read the hubs order directly off of my phone screen word for word.