So…it’s another one of those days. Between Sunday and Tuesday. Nothing really happening. Even though I had that awful :bfn, the weekend wasn’t so bad.
Friday night we went out to dinner. We’d gotten our tax return direct deposited that day (coincidence? I think not.) and K wanted to treat us. He even let me pick. So naturally I picked Macaroni Grill. I love that place! Of course, I didn’t pick until we were about five minutes away, bombing down the interstate.
Decisions are hard.
Anyhow, so we get there and of course the place is packed to rafters. We expected that. K put our name in, was told 30 minutes, 35 at the most. We got our cheesy pager thingie and found a seat. The seat was actually pretty good… overlooking the kitchen area, especially the gal who works the big brick oven. It was fascinating seeing her put all these dishes together (and a LOT of people were ordering the Twice Baked Lasagna and Meatballs!). 30 minutes passed pretty quickly. Then 35. Then 40. So K went up to ask where we were on the list. 10 minutes out, he was told. Okay, sucked that it was taking so long, but 10 minutes was doable. We were, however, getting hungry. And H was quickly losing his good humor. It was nearly 8 o’clock at this point.
Then the family from HELL showed up. Two women with their copious amounts of obnoxious children. One of whom stole K’s chair while he was checking on the status of our table. 
They kept kicking me too, trying to climb on the marble bar I was sitting at and yelling at the poor cook at the oven, demanding she give them dough to play with. I could feel my blood pressure starting to skyrocket.
We heard them call for “Brown, party of two!” and joked about going up there and saying, “That’s us.” They would point at our son and say, “But there’s three of you.” And K would say, “Yes there is. She was pregnant when we put our name in. ” :dry
Ten minutes came and went. My good humor was GONE. We started talking about leaving. Soon, it has been a whole hour since we’d first shown up. AN HOUR. Other people had been seated long before us and more had come in in the meantime. The place was packed and I was hungry and we all were cranky. K finally went up to the hostess, prepared to give her a piece of his mind when our pager buzzed. Talk about being saved by the bell!
So we finally got our meal. All’s well that ends well, I suppose. But gee whiz, you think they coulda told us it would be over an hour when we first got there! Or at least comp us our glasses of chianti. 
Saturday … what the hell did we do Saturday? We went to KFC for lunch and got gas ($40!! :blink) and looked around ShopKo. I found some fantastic New Balance sneakers that were on sale. But alas, I lack the :money. But they fit fantastic. They look a heck of a lot better than the sneakers I’m wearing now which look like they’ve been chewed on by a whole pack of lions. Better than my pretty sneakers though, because those have no arch support and my sore ankle starts to really hurt after wearing them for more than an hour.
Maybe after I get another design job. Course, they won’t be on sale any longer. I know my luck.
Sunday was typical Sunday stuff. Church, of course. We got some lunch at TGI Fridays because we had a coupon. Aren’t we exciting people? But we did eat out a lot this weekend, and that is unusual. We stopped at Walmart after that to pick up a few items including a new trash can. You have no idea how badly we needed one. K wanted to get a giant curbside-style can but I quickly nixed that idea. The one we did get is quite a bit bigger than our old one so that’s gotta count for something. He just doesn’t want to have to take out the trash as often. I know him.
We were going to watch our friend’s son for them, but turns out we didnt’ have to. We were both pretty relieved, as the boy is sweet, but can be hard to watch. He’s 3, nearly 4, and he DOES NOT TALK. So instead we surveyed our barren backyard and then climbed to the top of the hill at the back of our property and walked along it, spying on our neighbors backyards. Which of course made us feel even worse out about barren backyard. Alas.
Today was supposed to be t-ball practice. I was literally opening the garage door and H was getting his shoes on when we got the call that it was cancelled. Why? It’s SNOWING outside. And has been since about four o’clock at least. Ridiculous. But I’m glad I don’t have to stand around in the snow freezing to death. H was disappointed though.
Now? Waiting for K to get home. He’s not usually this late, but perhaps the weather has traffic backed up. Anyhow, that’s it from here. Ta ta for now!
I truly hope they win this thing.
As they say on 
