Special Delivery...

So, the other night Mikey and I were about worthless for dinner so we decided to order take out. I called in an order of fried rice and egg drop soup to our favorite Chinese place "Fresh Wok" I should have seen the foreshadowing... It took about 10 minute to place to order, the voice on the other line was one that I did not recognize, new hire (sad when I know the workers)...Any ways, apparently Chesapeake is hard to spell? At one point he thought I was saying Chelsea Street. An hour passed and still no food. We tried calling, no answer, they are usually pretty busy. Mikey decided to just drive up there. As soon as he left of course the delivery boy shows up. I answer the door and stepped out side, he apologizes over and over again. I assured him it was not a big deal. As I begin to open the door guess who runs out to greet a terrified delivery boy???? NOLAN!  The boy was running around our yard as Nolan chased him, clearly he just wanted to play. I assured the delivery boy, "he will only bite you if I tell him too!" No lie, the boy screams. It wasn't too long until Nolan saw the boys car door was open, Nolan bolted and jumped right in. At this point I am hysterically laughing. The boy did not think it was too funny. After about five minutes I was finally able to get my crazy pup out of the car. I guess that will teach them to be 40 minutes over their ETA! Ha!