So tonight the children are “independently” (using our money of course) taking their babysitter out to an escape room and sushi.
Well technically they are footing some of the bill themselves. So there’s that.
The Lovely Rhonda and I decided to go out for something to eat, because the food at home didn’t appeal to us. You know how that goes. We ended up at McGraths, which is where you take your grandma on her birthday, but it’s close and we like seafood.
Past us: ALL THE THINGS with a diet soda (me) and a beer or two (TLR). Fried shramps! Baked potato! Bread! Clam strips! Stuffed mushrooms! Rawr!
Present us: Uh, we’ll each have a lemonade and split an appetizer sampler.
Waiter: Great! I’ll be right back with your bread!
Us, in unison: NO BREAD!!
Rhonda: eats one fourth of a crab cake, three tablespoons of chowder, and a single tiny piece of mini garlic toast with crab and artichoke dip.
Me: PEELS THE BREADING OFF the two coconut shrimp and eats only the meat, also one fourth of a crab cake, and a darling piece of mini garlic toast with dip.
Both of us: OH GOD I’M STUFFED
The good news is that we brought the rest home and finished nearly all of it over the next couple of days.
But really? I peeled off the breading?
Who even AM I anymore?
In other news we took photos at about our seven week surgiversary. Here’s a couple of mine: