For Charles

I haven't gone anywhere. Life has just gotten in the way for me, unfortunately. The good news is that I was promoted back to back, so I am in a much higher position. Bad news is that I don't have the free time I once had. Plus we got a pool, so that's eating into my down time. I won't lie. It's a great pool.

Funny thing is that I thought about Charles the other day. We had gone to Gamestop to pick out a few new games (that I will forget about and never play *cough*TombraiderLegend*cough*). I came across the Hack game series and was like "wow, Charles!" Chris looked at me funny, because he has no clue who he is. Hahaha. I miss ya, buddy. I do. I miss everyone really. Sigh.

I had sushi the other night for the first time. Yum!! Me likey. Wasabi tastes just like hot mustard to me. I loved it, don't get me wrong, but I thought it'd be spicier. It was at a buffet type restaurant with lots of asian food. The sushi bar was way in the back, which made me afraid to take any, lest the chef pop out and be all "No, this costs more!" But actually, he was really nice and explained what they all were. I had the eel, crab and one that was a mixture of every color. That last one was my favorite; I swear I tasted cream cheese in there, which was odd, but very tasty. The waitress came by and game me a look. She couldn't speak english, but oddly enough I catch onto hand gestures pretty quickly. She gestured that I was to add the soy sauce into the wasabi. Blaspheme, I say! But I did it anyway, so as to not be rude. She was right, totally good. I would say that I should listen to hand gestures more often, but then again there was that bananaman in the supermarket...

My husband, being the free spender he is, balked at the check. I rolled my eyes, thinking wow, how much extra could the sushi have cost? But he just shook his head and was all, "This can't be right." I looked over and the check was for nineteen dollars. No joke. Nineteen bucks for three people to eat. My son's dinner was a dollar ninety-five. You can't even get a happy meal for that. So my Chris starts arguing with the cashier. "You're not charging me enough. You can't be." And the cashier, flustered because really how often does that happen, was like "No, that's right. Three dinners and three drinks." Wow. That is our new favorite restaurant. I can't even order pizza without spending thirty dollars. We tipped very well, don't worry.

I always get a food coma after eating out at a restaurant. On the drive home, I don't talk and just concentrate on digesting. I think it's the whole "we-paid-for-all-this-food-and-we're-going-to-eat-it" mentality. I hate wasting food. Being hypoglycemic, I get tired after eating large quantities of food. The sushi coma was something else. I was less tired and more "oh my lord, I will pop any second!" Restaurants need to work on portion control. If it's there I can't leave it. I paid for it! Either that or I need to start taking humongous doggy bags home. I don't know if I spelled humongous right. Oh well. I should say though, the sushi coma was my fault, being that it was a buffet. But Applebees is terrible on their portions. Who can eat all that? Giants maybe, but how often do they get those in Applebees? Probably a lot, because have you seen their stools they use for the table? I need a ladder to get on those. Everytime I walk in that joint, I feel like I'm a kid trying to sit at the grown-ups table. At thirty-one, I shouldn't need to ask for a booster seat. S'all I'm saying.

Anyhow, I am good. I'm not going anywhere. I'll try to post more and respond back to other bloggers. But if I'm not around for awhile, just think of me floating in the pool while my Chris fans me with a giant leaf. And where shall he find a giant leaf? Duh, Applebees.