A Saturday off

So having the pleasure of a three day weekend, we decided to spend the first day running errands. Time to take the family truckster to get the oil changed. That's just an oil change. I don't need five filters, eight wiper blades, or my tires rotated. And for God's sake, if I wanted anything "flushed" I would have taken care of that at the house before I left. By the way dude, your stretchy uniform pants that are Civil War issue blue have so much oil on them you can probably just lay down and slide home from work when your shift ends. Just get your friends to give you a good push and you're on your way.

Lunch at Chuy's was a gas. But isn't all good Mexican food a gas? I got to see a picky eater in action, and I don't mean Kyly. When I order something, I just order it and eat it. Sometimes I'll ask them to cut the lettuce on my burger, because come on, lettuce is just solid green water. It serves no purpose and just fill you up quicker. But the couple at the table next to us were creepin' me out man! If I were the waiter, the conversation would have gone something like this: "I'll have a salad with no lettuce or tomato." "Okay, we'll bring you a bowl with an onion in it." Then the guy says he wants chicken fajitas and "Make sure to cook the onions with the chicken so the onions get the chicken juice on them." Seriously? Okay dude, the cook will choke his chicken over your onions until all juiced out. You asked for it.

Before we even left the house to have all of this fun, we found out that our soon-to-be-2-year-old is actually a teenager. What else would explain her two favorite words: "No" and "Mine"? What else would explain her sleeping until almost 11:00 today? And what else would explain her putting on mommy's makeup, or as she called it "soap?" Yeah, she was soaped up from head to toe in a matter of seconds. I'm waiting for the doorbell to ring and some handsome 3 year old to be standing at the door with his Power Wheels Corvette waiting in the driveway and a six pack of something hardcore like cranberry or pomegranate juice hiding in the trunk. Oh come on kid, come back in about 20 years or so...