First, I'm going on a DATE TONIGHT!!! Oh yeah, be so jealous..... unless of course you're one of those couples that manages to have a date night once a week (how? is my only question.... How do you afford a babysitter AND an activity in the same fell swoop, every. week. Feel free to elaborate. My interest is piqued.)
But I'm going on a date with DadGuy and his sister and her husband. I know, it's so exciting. We're going to the improv so it should be fantabulous!
Meanwhile, over here in Munchkin-land, we celebrated Friday by going to a Drive-Thru. (I know, Mom of the Year, right here.) And as we're pulling up, Tad says "Oh, this is the place where a kid can be a kid." Yeah. Great Job. We watch enough TV to know catchphrases but not enough to put the proper catchphrase with the proper place. Ha-Ha! Take that! Writer's Guild!
At any rate, I was so excited to have my drink, and why yes I do believe a giant Dr. Pepper was the only thing I ordered; and I wanted to save it until I got home and could fully enjoy it. So I get home, get the kids all set, bust out with my drink, and
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it's a frickin Pepsi. Or a Coke. Or some other carbonated abomination.
Danged Drive-thru (shaking my fist to the heavens) You totally ruined my Friday.
This is why people think the world is cruel. True story.
