We were so overwhelmed by the wide variety of options, including a choice of cubed ice or crushed ice, that we were apparently slowing down the regulars. As we stood back trying to decide between diet or regular, a shot of vanilla or a shot of cherry, a woman abruptly barged herself in front of us with her a giant plastic mug. With cubed ice, 3/4 Diet Dr. Pepper, 1 shot vanilla, 1 shot cherry, and another 1/4 Diet Dr. Pepper, she knew EXACTLY what she wanted.
And so went our first experience at QT. Now I understand why everyone stops there on their way to work in the morning. What a deal. And I thoroughly enjoyed my soda - with that awesome crushed ice like at Zaxby's - with our dinner at Sculpture Park, paired with a good cover band and a good movie. It was a great night! Thank you, Christy Spink.
The next World Competition isn't until 2009, if i start growing one now.......
He immediately started rinsing it out in a sink as someone else called me and very calmly said "we just thought you should know what happened, but everything looks like it's going to be fine." So I didn't think too much of it and continued my shopping. Until, that is, 30 minutes later they called again and said "We just talked to poison control and we think you should take him to the emergency room." That's when I started to panic, my first thought being "He will never get to see our children!" haha.
So we go to the ER and they saw him immediately. They hooked his eyeball up to this giant plastic suction cup looking thing. Schub had to lay on his side for an hour and a half as they pumped saline solution into his eye and let it drip into a pan. I have never seen him more miserable. I mean, he would just lay there and kick his legs and moan a little. It was quite sad. Anyway, 3 hours later, we left and had to pick up 3 medications. I, of course, was the administrator of the at-home eye drops, which basically made me feel like I was torturing my husband. Again, the kicking and moaning. On top of that, everytime someone came over to see how he was doing he would cry, which made his eye burn even more.
It has healed quite a lot though. In fact when he went to the doctor again last week, the doc
tor could hardly tell which eye had been injured. He did say, though, that if that stuff had hit his cornea it would have MELTED it! He was really lucky - which none of the doctors failed to make a joke about: "Good thing you were doing church work, or God might not have been so nice." or "Presbyterian, eh? Are you considering switching to Methodist after this incedent?" Everyone had some sort of pastor joke. Anyway, we are set now with a pair of goggles for all occasions. From removing mold to doing the laundry, Schub will never let us go unprotected again.
He was really, actually surprised! 
The start line of the three-legged races.
Potato sack race - this was serious business.
Jason and his new favorite toy - Guitar Hero on Playstation 2, courtesy of Erin and Ross.
