lamebook

Holy cow. this is priceless. Thanks lamebook.

My little pony goes to work

Here is my little pony, from a happy meal purchased last weekend. She came to work with me this morning at A's urging. I told her that I could take My Little Pony, but I wasn't allowed to play with her. And she had to sit quietly. Otherwise My Little Pony and I would be put in work time-out.

Welcome to Alabama

Pretty sure we've driven by this establishment en route to the beach. And you thought Arkansas was bad. Thanks J.

Rocket Man

OMG. Thank you Fug Girls

Cheel Frip

My girl A is going on a Cheel Frip today. That's a Field Trip in adult-speak. Have fun, sweet baby!

Can you say AWKWARD?

JB and I celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary on Friday night, even though the actual date was October 21. The original plan was to grill steaks out and take the girls to Grammy and Grandad's house. But I was too lazy to cook, so we went out.

I selected our restaurant, an Italian place that got a recent positive review in the local paper. What happened next was rather disastrous. After waiting for 30 minutes or so for a table, we waited for every subsequent step of our dinner. The server disappeared for 20 minutes at a time - completely gone from the dining room. This would have been made a shade better if the food was incredible. But JB's chicken Parmesean was merely passable, and my Chicken Marsala tasted like soy sauce, not marsala.

There was a table across the dining room from us - 12-15 folks, including some babies. They were there when we arrived, and over an hour later, were still waiting for their food. One member of their party had some unpleasant words with the waitress. What happened after that can only be described as AWKWARD. A lady in a chef's smock appeared at the table, and yelled at them about how there was no need for cussing, and they needed to change their attitude. Um, lady, who I think might have been cook and owner? Those poor folks had been waiting for hours, with babies, for their food, their bill, their drinks. I think a couple of profanities were warranted.

After that, we counted out some cash to cover the cost of our food and left without telling the server. We had been waiting for our bill for 30 minutes at that point.

So, we decided to grab a cappucino @ a little spot in our neighborhood. Just to take the edge off. There was a charming vocalist on-stage - Kristy Kruger. Kind of Billy-Holliday-ish. Front-and-center was a table full of drunk people who also happened to be, um, swingers. I had to duck into the bathroom right quick, and that's when another fan jumped up on stage in between sweet little Kristy's songs and preached a sermon to the drunk swingers about being polite, and if you can't listen, drunk swingers, you need to just leave. Which the drunk swingers promptly did.

Kristy told the self-righteous fan, who was wearing a kangol backwards, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

AWKWARD.

This is why you're fat

Most entertaining. Food blogs are so great.

This is why you're fat.