Confession

I have a confession to make. After a lot of reflection, I have realized that I, Angela Standley, am addicted to Chick-fil-a. And I if I'm being completely honest, my older sister is a Chick-fil-a addict too. And all five of our children are as well. What made me realize I may have a teeny-tiny problem? Well...

-All the employees wave at us as we walk in the door...

-Miss Patt, the super sweet hostess, has a serious crush on my youngest. When she sees Jack, she rushes to greet him with a "Hey, there's my baby." She comments on his eyes, his outfit and how much he's grown every time she sees him...

-If I attempt to grab the boys lunch from another restaurant, Sam quickly informs me, "Hey, this isn't the right bock bock store."...

-As we place our order, that same sweet hostess runs over to grab our favorite table (the one closest to the play area) and always brings the right number of highchairs and place mats...

-Sam begs me to paint our car white with black spots just like the Chick-fil-a cow car...

-When celebrating customer appreciation week, I was selected as one of their top customers and invited to a special invitation-only event. Ally got an invite too, of course. Slightly embarrassed by the invite, I did not attend.

-I am often greeted at the drive thru with, "Hey, back again?" or "Twice today, huh?" or "Hey, your sister was just here!"...

-The manager stops what he is doing and walks over to the drive thru window to personally thank me for my business and throws in "We won't ever go out of business thanks to you!"...

-After that thank you from the manager, the ditsy cashier says, "Uh, yeah, like you make my paycheck better, so um, thanks!" No problem, what ever I can do to help the economy...

-When I ask me boys what they want to eat, they respond, "Bock bock, french fries and tea."...

-When one of the kids drops their ice cream, the marketing manager (yep, the marketing manager) rushes to get a new one. Free of charge...

-I wait in a line with 20 cars ahead of me for a quick coke instead of going to a neighboring fast food joint. I'm convinced they put a smidgen of crack in their ice because their drinks are the best...

-I get a little depressed on Sundays because I know a swing by the drive thru isn't an option...

So there you have it. I'm an addict. And proud of it. And there's really no hope for me. I have two very adorable boys who love it just as much as I do. My sweet little enablers...