Post by rubber pants on Sept 12, 2013 14:28:41 GMT -5
Our 5 year anniversary is tomorrow and we are going to Morton's Steakhouse. YUM!
Saturday we are dropping M off at the in-laws, going to a winery for lunch and then heading over to The Big E for the day. I fully intend on taking a swim around the beer garden. Im excited its going to be in the high 60's. I cant wait to wear jeans, boots and a sweater.
My kid just stole my Oreos 100 calorie snack pack thing. He ran off with it. I want it!
Jamie has gone from sweet, undramatic kid to feeling all of his feelings at once this week. I want my angel back! He finally smiled and giggled at me today (as he stole my food) and I almost cried with relief.
Post by creamsiclechica on Sept 12, 2013 14:35:36 GMT -5
If my husband doesn't walk through the door with the pizza soon that I was expecting him to be home with an hour ago, he will meet Pregzilla Rex. What the actual fuck is he thinking?! I'm dying here!
Post by creamsiclechica on Sept 12, 2013 14:41:16 GMT -5
This man just texts me he JUST got the pizza and is on his way home. It's like a 20 to 30 minutes drive. SERIOUSLY?! I am usually not this irrational, but my hunger at this point is beyond ravenous and the only thing I want is pizza.
If he comes with a white one instead of a red, I might actually kill him, lol.
My MIL pronounces "iron" as "arn", it drives me insane!
Funny story- when I took my car into get fixed while I was at college (I went to school in southwest Virginia), the guy said "You're gonna need some arr in your tarr..." I was like, huh? Why would I need iron in my...tires? It took me awhile to realize he was saying I needed AIR in my tires. Ah, Virginia.
I one asked someone for directions in Boston. I could not understand a single thing that came out of their mouths.
When we were in Scotland, in the highlands, we asked for directions. The guy had such a heavy accent I had to translate for H. I watch a lot of BBC.
Funny story- when I took my car into get fixed while I was at college (I went to school in southwest Virginia), the guy said "You're gonna need some arr in your tarr..." I was like, huh? Why would I need iron in my...tires? It took me awhile to realize he was saying I needed AIR in my tires. Ah, Virginia.
I one asked someone for directions in Boston. I could not understand a single thing that came out of their mouths.
When we were in Scotland, in the highlands, we asked for directions. The guy had such a heavy accent I had to translate for H. I watch a lot of BBC.
I couldn't understand a single person native to Tennessee for a solid year after moving here, lol. I am not exaggerating this in the least.
Post by muppetinma on Sept 12, 2013 15:12:52 GMT -5
I took Andrew out on a date for my anniversary today. We just did lunch at Panera and went to a bounce house place. While I was out, I got a phone call (through the call box in our gated community) that I had a floral delivery. I told them that I wasn't home, but to leave them on our front steps. I just got home and there was nothing here. Now I've got the major sads.
I one asked someone for directions in Boston. I could not understand a single thing that came out of their mouths.
When we were in Scotland, in the highlands, we asked for directions. The guy had such a heavy accent I had to translate for H. I watch a lot of BBC.
I couldn't understand a single person native to Tennessee for a solid year after moving here, lol. I am not exaggerating this in the least.
I felt this way when I went to college in Arkansas. Coming from Massachusetts, by the time I left I still struggled to understand some people sometimes.
My grandmother grew up in northern "Missourah" and still says "warsh." She can't help it. She knows that's not how it's pronounced but she an't make herself change it unless she's paying attention. And it's really funny to see her try. She'll go "Warsh. War--wars--w-a-sshhh. Wash!"
If I ever kill my spouse it will be because I ask him what he wants for dinner, he has no clue but when I suggest something he looks at me like I suggested he eat a shit sandwich. MAKE A SUGGESTION OR KEEP YOUR SIDE EYE TO YOUR DAMN SELF!!!
When I make the menu for the week, I always ask DH for some suggestions, and if he doesn't give me good ones, or if he complains about what I made, my response is always, "If you don't like it, make it yourself."
Post by creamsiclechica on Sept 12, 2013 15:22:24 GMT -5
It's actually a delicious pizza, made with Alfredo sauce, spinach, artichoke hearts, sundried tomatoes, and mozzarella and provolone cheese with a garlic crust. It's from our favorite restaurant.
BUT I just wanted like a straight up and down pizza with tomato sauce and cheese, maybe some simple toppings. So after craving that since 9am this morning, the other was drastically different.
Our 5 year anniversary is tomorrow and we are going to Morton's Steakhouse. YUM!
Saturday we are dropping M off at the in-laws, going to a winery for lunch and then heading over to The Big E for the day. I fully intend on taking a swim around the beer garden. Im excited its going to be in the high 60's. I cant wait to wear jeans, boots and a sweater.
What is the Big E? I used to spend my summers in a town with a Big E hotel. My grandma stole towels so that she could take us swimming there for free posing as hotel guests.
My son was still asleep when I got home today and I am way to happy about sitting here eating my subway in peace (if you don't count the doggy eyes watching me). I should really go wake him up now, but I think I'll let him go another 20 minutes so I can catch up on my internetting.