The four of us had a good time noshing on sushi and then yukking it up at my old stompin' grounds, the Bennigan's where I served my way through college and marriage. Eight years later, my favorite manager and even a couple of former co-workers were still there to greet me with warm smiles. It's like going home. And it makes me realize how easy life was in college when I thought it was SO HARD. :) I mean, wouldn't it be wonderful to put my kids through that giant dishwasher instead of bathing them? And wouldn't it be great to have the food magically appear in the "window," ready for consumption, rather than figuring out what to prepare, making it and a mess, only to be instantaneouly and simultaneouly rejected by both of my sons?
While our server was not one of my former co-workers - there's a lot of turn over in 8 years- he was a friend of my sister and brother in law, so when I ordered a brownie bottom pie for dessert (a totally legit thing for pregnant women in my family to order) he brought me this:
|A double! Because he thought I was having twins again?! Sheesh. I'm not that big!|
|Me, sis, and Hubs hangin' out. Brother in law snaps the pic|
What I'm really writing to tell you is the story I heard this morning from my mom. The boys were giving her a hard time going to bed. What? Your kids? They're so well behaved. Yeah, that's because anyone can behave for an hour, as long as it takes to go out in public! I'm relieved to have learned that they're not treating me or hubs with any special malice, however, and that they spread the wealth to all.
She finally separated them because of all of the screwing around and stood sentry between both bedrooms. Exasperated, fianlly, she told them, "No more talking!"
From one of the rooms, she immediately heard a loud, fake snore: