We went to Myrtle Beach and all I got was a lousy sunburn and some wonderful memories

Considering how gray, gloomy and slightly chilly it's been since I got home - this hasn't been an easy post to write (i.e., it's hard to re-capture the balmy, carefree attitude with this weather).

I am exhausted.  But a good exhausted, you know?

Bright and early on Monday we headed for Myrtle Beach, SC.  I decided on Myrtle Beach simply because I knew, in the back of my mind, that Man-Child would crave more activity than sitting on the beach, drinking in the sun, listening to the waves and reading.  And I was right.

It quickly became apparent that he could only handle about two - maybe three - hours of this activity at a time before he became antsy.

It also became clear to me that I'm obviously not a "real" blogger as I didn't bring my camera or my phone to the beach.  A lot of people did.  They even had their fancy, giant cameras out there ready to catch every moment.  I couldn't bear to bring my electronics out simply because in my mind, sand + water + electronics = disaster.

The first view from our balcony

But the time spent on the beach did include us frolicking in the waves like children and it was good.  Had I the energy to spend more time in the waves he might have been inclined to hang out longer.

Sunrise on our first morning

I did re-discover that this boy likes to eat.  And he expects to eat THREE meals a day.  Does it matter that he had a GIGANTIC breakfast at 9:00 am?  No.  Around 1:00 pm he expected to be feed again.  And again in the evening.  I'm actually kind of surprised that I didn't gain at least ten pounds while we were gone.

I can only assume the reason I didn't gain ten pounds is because we did a lot of walking.  Guess what else I discovered?  If you go to Myrtle Beach and expect to do more than hang out on the beach - you need to stay in the north end of town or get a bus pass (which I didn't discover until the evening of our last night there) - otherwise you will be doing a LOT of walking (and, if you don't mind walking, be sure to bring something other than flip flops, says the woman who didn't) to get to all the activities; because for one, parking is precious even at the hotel lots, so once you find a good one you won't want to move the car and two, since parking is so precious the cost of parking near the activities is dear - very dear.  As in each parking lot we came across wanted $10 dollars a day.  And they didn't do hourly parking.  So, as I said, we walked a lot.

It also became abundantly clear in Man-Child's constant quest for food that a good majority of the restaurants in town were buffets.  Now, I don't have anything against buffets, but no matter how hungry I might be there is just no way that I can eat enough to justify the cost - nor would I want to have that ability.

We were able to suss out a few decent places sans the buffet that offered good food though.  Although, I have to say that MapQuest either hates us, or Myrtle Beach, because every time we tried to go anywhere using MapQuest we invariably got lost.  It was almost comical, if not slightly infuriating - particularly when Man-Child was snarling because he was so damn hungry....again.

We did play miniature golf - as expected.  What was unexpected was that we both played better than we did on past adventures.  What was even more unexpected was the 8 1/2 hole in ones that I racked up over two games.  Man-Child couldn't believe it and neither could I.  The 1/2 hole occurred because I was one stroke in and then Man-Child somehow knocked my ball into the hole.  A miracle, I tell you.  He couldn't have done that if he tried.

Trying mightily to intimidate me - he failed.

Despite us taking note on my miraculous hole in ones, we didn't keep score on the actual games.  We never have.  Simply because we are far too competitive and know that it's just better if we don't.

We went to Ripley's Aquarium, where we were just in time to watch some folks swim with the manta rays.

See their legs?  They were just getting started.

Although they are amazing, I wouldn't have the courage to
swim with them....if I knew how to swim, that is.

We also saw sharks...

The sheer size of them - and their teeth - was fascinating.
Not so fun - listening to the moving sidewalk creak and groan as we
were underneath the tunnel of water....filled with sharks.  It was
slightly unnerving, if the truth be told.

We saw a bunch of other things too, but I was utterly fascinated by all the color that goes on in the deep.

Who would think that such beauty lies beneath the surface of the ocean?

In addition to other things - besides eating constantly - we also went to the Family Kingdom, which is billed as Myrtle Beach's only seaside amusement park - which is true.  Although my boy doesn't "do" many rides, I was able to coerce him into a couple.  For the most part he enjoyed them - but the Ferris Wheel did him in.  Apparently, the constant stopping and starting, coupled with the height and the lack of seat belts or lap bars was too much for him. He was positively green by the time we got off.  Luckily, I had asked a little guy to join us - he was too young to ride alone and if he didn't ride with us he wouldn't have been able to ride at all, since his mother had no desire to ride.  The little guy kept Man-Child grounded but he was disappointed that the ride didn't "go faster" - which Man-Child couldn't decide was a good or bad thing - faster meant the ride was over quicker; but faster also meant zipping around in the sky.

At the beginning of our trip, I was worried that our trip wasn't going to be long enough, but by Wednesday night we were both ready to just come home.

Also, on Wednesday night, we were treated to an impromptu fireworks show - which I attempted to catch via my cellphone.  I probably took about fifteen shots, and this is pretty much the only one worth sharing.  As Man-Child so astutely pointed out - after the fact, thankyouverymuch - I should have used the video feature.  But I never even thought of that, of course.

The fact that I caught this was pure luck.

The entire time we were gone, not once did I bother with straightening my hair or with any makeup, other than lipstick (gotta have some color, doncha know?) and it was extremely liberating.  In fact, on our last night at dinner our waitress commented how much she loved my hair (which in my mind, was out of control curly and poufy with the humidity) - which meant that she got an extra big tip - simply because she was so kind.

While we were basking in the sun at the beach, rain and storms apparently pounded our house.  And, of course, we lost another television.  Once again, I am convinced that we somehow entice lightening to our electronics as I swear, this must be the third or fourth piece of equipment we've lost in the past two years.

As it was our main television, Hubby took it upon himself to buy a new one and, while he was at it, decided to sign us up for NetFlix.  The amazing part?  He actually figured out how to set it up all by himself.  I was beyond shocked.

He and Man-Child have been watching television like it was a new invention ever since we got home.  I have yet to fall prey to its charms.

Mainly, I've been reading and, simultaneously sulking, because the weather has been so nasty ever since we crossed back into North Carolina on Thursday evening.

Despite our best efforts with the sunscreen - we both came home just a tiny bit burned and utterly exhausted. Maybe next time we can actually convince Grumpy (aka Hubby) to come along to join in the fun.

So, as we sit here with peeling noses, we are already making plans for another trip sometime in the future (and I just might be plotting a solo adventure to a quieter spot sometime soon).

In the end, despite the burns, the lost ramblings, and the multitude of food, more memories were made, much laughter was shared and a good time was had by all...I'm ready to do it all again.

Packed (almost) and ready to go....

Minus the few last minute details, I'm all packed up and ready for my few days away.

Not much has been going on since my last post as I've still been in recovery mode from whatever nasty germ felled me two Thursdays ago.  If I didn't know better I would claim that it had been the flu - it was that bad and recovery has been slow.  Today was the first day that I didn't have to stop and rest after any major activity nor did I need any medication other than the usual allergy doses.  But the nasty cough is still here - though fading - and I'm hoping that spending time in the sun while lazing on the beach takes care of that in quick order.

Speaking of lazing on the beach, Man-Child looked at my bathing suit and cried, "People are going to be oogling my mother!  You should have bought something that covered you from neck to ankle!"  I had to laugh.  I informed him that oogling wasn't a word, that maybe the word he was searching for was "ogling" and that, if anything, people would most likely take one glimpse, slap their hands over their face and scream "My eyes! My eyes!"  He didn't buy it.

We head out tomorrow morning - semi-bright and early.  I had planned on leaving pretty early, but when I went back and looked at the reservation confirmation I realized that check in isn't until 4:00 pm!  So now I figure if we leave semi-early, we will roll into town in time for a late lunch and do some sightseeing until it's time to check in.

Man-Child has informed me that he plans to sleep in the car for the entire 4 1/2 hour drive - somehow I believe him.  He has also informed me that we are to play miniature golf every single night - like we used to when he was smaller and we went on our little trips.  This made me smile.  It tells me that he has very fond memories of his childhood and wants to keep as many of the "traditions" alive as possible.

I will most likely bring my little computer with me and will try to check in when possible.  But odds are good that there won't be much screen time.  And I can almost guarantee that pictures, if any, will be posted via Twitter - so if you aren't on Twitter and have no immediate plans to join then you will have to wait for any updates until I get home.

Have a wonderful week and I'll "see" you all soon; hopefully minus the cough and with a nice, healthy "glow!"

Stretching my comfort zone....

He must have got to me while I was still ill.  Or he just went around me somehow.  I don't know.

But, apparently, we are going to a July 4th "thing" tomorrow.  Which might, in itself - despite my recent hermit-like tendencies - be okay.  But no, we are a going to a "thing" with people I barely know!

Okay, technically, they are parents we knew from football.  And school...as in people we knew by sight; almost by name but not people we KNEW.  They aren't people we've socialized with before.  Oh, sure, our kids are great friends and hang out often.  But it isn't like they are still in school together - or playing football.  In fact, we haven't even laid eyes on these people since graduation over a year ago!

And, as we all know, I'm not exactly a social butterfly when it comes to meeting new people and dealing with new situations.

Yesterday, I asked Hubby if he knew anything about it.  He said, "Oh yeah, it ought to be great!  I thought you knew and were okay with it?"  Well, what could I say after that - "no, I'm terrified; you KNOW how I am in these kinds of situations"?

Today I asked Man-Child what time we should be there and what we should bring.  The response?  "Oh...is that tomorrow?"    *sigh*

Eventually he came back with "Five-ish and either an appetizer or a side."  A side?  A side to what?!  I can only assume hot dogs and hamburgers - the usual 4th of July fare.  But for how many?!  None of this is very exact, now is it?

And then there is the question of who will be in attendance?  Will it just be these people, that we barely know?  Or will there be other school/football parents there?  Or these people's friends, whom we surely don't know at all?

I am sure I am getting myself all worked up over nothing; but until it is over, done and behind me I know I will be fretting about it endlessly.

But I also know that, of late, I've been feeling rather lonely.  After the last two years, I've come to realize a few things about some of our friends - some can definitely be described as "fair weather," some are of the "out of sight; out of mind" types and others - well, they either have VERY small children which keep them totally occupied OR they have very LARGE issues of their own.  Which has left us pretty much on our own.

I have been, secretly, puzzling about how to go about making new friends - when you no longer have the commonality of having children in school (or real neighbors, for that matter.  You know, for this reason alone, I would definitely look forward to moving).  And then, lo and behold, here I have been presented with an opportunity - on a platter, as it were.  So, despite my innate shyness, I'm going in.

Wish me luck.

...and then my body said, "I quit!" and other random nonsense

Hi there!  Yes, I know, I know.  You've probably all thought I've fallen off the face of the earth - if you've noticed at all - but I haven't.

I'd tell you I've been busy, busy, busy but if I told you that I'd be lying.  So instead I'll tell you the truth.

Absolutely nothing has been going on.  At all.

Well, except for a few things.  I ended up staying up late to watch the pilot of Under the Dome - and I have to say, for someone who was so ridiculously excited about the show, I was a bit disappointed.  Maybe because I was too exhausted to appreciate it or maybe because I'd just finished re-reading the book and kept exclaiming over and over (much to Man-Child's chagrin) "THAT didn't happen!" or "THAT isn't right!" throughout the show.

The decision as to whether or not I'd stay up last night to see the next installment was taken squarely out of my hands though - as last Thursday my body decided that it had had enough of being "healthy" and decided to lay me out...cold. 

At first I thought, "Ehhh, it's a cold - no biggie."  I figured I'd just power through it and life would be fine.  Apparently the body had other ideas.  By Friday afternoon it was quite apparent that my body had decided enough was enough and it was going on strike.  How I made it through that day I don't know.  I came home took enough cold medicine to put down an elephant and went to bed.

On Saturday morning, after a long, semi-restful night I woke with determination - I had things to do!  I'd FINALLY found a place that - cross your fingers - doesn't come with bedbugs and scurvy for our trip to the beach next week, so I needed to find *EEEK* a bathing suit and some other essentials.

Fueled with coffee and cold meds, I made my way out to the car - figuring a quick trip to Target and all would be taken care of - only to discover that I needed gas before I could go anywhere.  So I pointed the car to the nearest gas station - pumped a tankful of gas and realized that I was utterly exhausted and couldn't go any further.  I turned the car around and headed back to the house.  Where I then fell back into bed and proceeded to cry every time I woke up because I was so achy and blech-feeling.  I pretty much slept for most of Saturday - this from the woman who cannot cat-nap during the day, even to save her very soul.  Needless to say between the unexpected sleeping and the crying the guys were getting worried.

On Sunday, I was feeling a little better and actually made it to Target - where I bought the bottom half of a suit (which is usually the hardest half, since my thighs and I have serious issues, but for some strange reason turned out to be the easiest part this time around) and went back home to rest.

Later in the day I made Man-Child venture out with me to a different Target to find the top (hey, I was on a mission - albeit a mission in spurts) half - which wasn't available in my size at the first Target.  

Now, riddle me this - I found two tops.  In one style I needed at medium, in the other an extra-large.  How does that even begin to make sense?

At any rate, I found the top I wanted and went back home - to rest some more.  Whatever this bug was, it was seriously kicking my butt.

And guess what I discovered?  If you go to buy a bathing suit when you are sick and semi-feverish - you really don't give a damn what the suit looks like once you've cobbled it together; you are just glad it's done.  Now, whether or not that feeling will change once I get to the beach and put the said suit on is a different story - but at this point I don't care - it will just have to work.  And well, if we are being honest, who am I trying to impress anyway?  That's right - no one.  So it just doesn't matter.

At any rate, as of this posting I am still not completely well - BUT I am no longer crying whenever I wake up and discover that I'm still alive, so I'm counting that as "progress."

As for the next installment of Under the Dome that I missed (and, most likely any future installments), my dear friend, Cora, pointed me in the right direction so I could watch via the Internet.  Guess what I'll be doing tonight?  Just me, the Internet, some popcorn and NyQuil - who could ask for anything better?

How to drive yourself OVER THE EDGE in no time at all.

Want to know how to drive yourself completely and utterly insane in less time than it takes to blink?  Well, then you've certainly landed on the right blog post.

First you - oh so carelessly inform your husband that the ONLY thing you want for your birthday next month is to spend a few days at the beach.  He agrees enthusiastically that, yes, you DO need a vacation (as long as he doesn't have to go - because seriously?  Hubby + beach = Never gonna happen. Which then reminds you that when you both decide to - or can - retire you will have to live on total opposite ends of the state) and that, in fact, you DESERVE a vacation.

And you are giddy.  Because now, for the first time in LONG time (in over three-possibly four or five - years to be exact) you and your beloved Man-Child are about to hit the road.  Back long before unemployment came along and walloped us upside the head (and before school trips were scheduled over Spring Break - seriously school?  What ever happened to quality time with the family?), Man-Child and I spent every Spring Break doing something fun - just the two of us.  It was fabulous.  We went to Texas; Pennsylvania; Williamsburg, VA;  Dollywood; Myrtle Beach; Daytona Beach; Hershey Park; Washington, DC (although, to be truthful - that was one of those "school trips" and not nearly as fun as it could have been).  And a few other places that I've momentarily forgotten.

Man-Child and I travel well together; at least we do now that he isn't an infant who had a hate/hate relationship with his car seat. We know how to have fun together.  We laugh, we talk, we are silly - and this makes me happier than anything else on the planet.  It's amazing.

Now, where was I?  Oh yes...giddy.  That - so far - is the best part of it.

Then you inform Man-Child that it is time for a road trip to the beach.  And he is OVER THE MOON!  And proceeds to tell you how much he has missed our little trips together and absolutely CANNOT WAIT for this trip; that it will be the BEST TRIP OF THEM ALL!

And you are pleased.  And THAT becomes the best part of it.

Then you begin your obsessive research.  And realize that OH MY HELL going to the beach in July is BEYOND expensive.  And then you begin to get sick.

So you dial your expectations back a bit and decide that staying in a "dive" isn't beneath you...until you begin to look at the "reviews" that are posted and are accosted with words like "bedbugs" and the words "no refunds, cancellations, etc. for ANY reason - even a death in the immediate family" (ok, that last part is just "implied;" but still....) then you determine that maybe, just maybe, the two of you sleeping in the compact car is actually doable and, possibly start to think that this trip is doomed from the get go...

And then Man-Child asks you if you've found a hotel yet; and you remember how excited he is about it - and then your resign yourself to spending more money than you'd like - in a place, that according to the internet is uninhabitable - go back to searching.

It's an "OMIGOSH, I'm SO excited!" and it's a "What the HELL were you thinking, CBS?" moment all at the same time

On Monday, June 24th, the premier of Under the Dome is due to air on CBS.

And I am over the moon, excited about it.  As you may remember, I actually reviewed this book way back when - and after re-reading the review, I realize although I told you to go buy the book and read it, I wasn't very specific.  Even so, I stand by that review - it was an excellent book (although the ending, if I recall correctly, left me unsatisfied).

In preparation for the premier, I have begun re-reading the book.  In hindsight, I should have started earlier.  It's a REALLY big book.  But I think by the time Monday rolls around I will have at least got my bearings on all the characters.

In my mind, Stephen King really shines in his larger novels - but me, being me, I practically need to take notes just to keep up with all the characters.

Now here is the "what the hell?" part.  Can someone please explain to me WHY this premiere is starting at 10:00 pm on a MONDAY night?  Yes, I realize it's Stephen King, but still.  Don't the executives over at CBS realize that most people have to get up really, really early on "school" days?  I'm guessing they don't.

So here are my options:

1) Somehow, figure out a way to record the show AND manage to avoid those people "who have the uncanny ability to stay up until the wee hours of the night and still get to work the next day AND be productive" who have already watched the show

2) Stay up late to watch the show and come to work the next with the knowledge that I will be extremely cranky and unproductive

3) Take a random Tuesday off and call it done.

I'm leaning toward option three - unless the "suits" over at CBS read this, takes pity on a fan and re-schedules the premier to a Saturday in place of my 48 Hours (that I cannot get enough of, by the way).  Which I would be TOTALLY fine with - really.

A weekend update that includes a sad, little tree, Father's Day and The Purge (random? Of course)

Sadly, I never got the much coveted pedicure that I was hoping for; maybe this weekend.  Or, I'll just cave and do it myself sometime this week.

My poor, little tree.  We tried to save it.  We really did.  My husband, once again, stepped up to the plate and showed me just how much he loves me.  Despite the fact that he knew the tree was too severely damaged to be saved, he spent over an hour - AFTER coming home from a hard day's work AND an hour long workout - to bolt that little tree back into shape.

Notice the three, strategically placed, bolts and the zip ties?

Seeing as our initial attempt seemed to be working, the following morning found him out at Home Depot buying some pruning goop to put on the tree's wounds in the vain attempt to stave off insects and disease - only to find us coming home to the tree flopped back over. *sigh*

At least we tried.

This weekend will, hopefully, find him digging up the pitiful, little stump left behind and me moving on.

After the tree was officially declared deceased; the weekend progressed with as much reading and laziness as I could muster.

On Sunday, Father's Day, my husband's only wish was to find an oyster bar.  Funny, how he didn't tell me this until Saturday night AND proceeded to inform me that it was MY job to find the place, make reservations, if necessary, etc.  Hmmm, funny how it was also MY job to do the same for Mother's Day.....

I finally found a place that didn't look like it had salmonella on the menu - oh, about 30 minutes from our house (all the closer ones were closed on Sunday - seriously?).  Have I ever mentioned that this man hates to drive ANYWHERE further than 10 minutes out?

Surprisingly, he agreed.  And seemed excited.  Apparently, he doesn't get to indulge in his raw oyster fetish as much as he'd like.

As you might remember, he is a bit of food snob - so I was concerned.  But he LOVED it (and obviously has suffered no ill-effects).  Not once did I hear a complaint about the food, the service, the drive, or anything...until we got home and he actually looked at the bill.  THEN there were comments - because, apparently, we were overcharged and I wasn't given the proper entree (which I knew, but didn't comment on).  So I reiterated how much he'd enjoyed it so it was worth it.  He agreed, mentioned that we should go there again and let it go (which shocked me to no end).

A few hours after arriving home, Man-Child began to get antsy and wanted to go to the movies.  Of course, the husband wanted nothing to do with this wild venture as we ALL know he doesn't care to go to the theater unless under duress; especially after already having driven SO far for lunch.  So MC and I headed out and went to see The Purge.

It was a good movie, although a bit violent.  Okay, a LOT violent.  But the premise was a good one so we both enjoyed it.  Although, there was a trailer  for The Conjuring that had both of us looking at each other and wondering if we should just leave before the movie even started; particularly since we were the only people in the theater at that point.

Although, I think, I could watch that movie, on DVD, on a very small screen television, in broad daylight, with a bunch of people around me and not pee my pants.  Otherwise, no.  I don't think I could handle that one.

So, despite my little tree biting the dust once and for all, it was a pretty good weekend.  How was yours?

The tree that could have been....

Today we had some freakish thunderstorms roll in out of nowhere.  In fact, in the space of an hour I received no less than three severe weather alerts on my phone.

We watched the storm move in from the windows of the office - and all hoped they'd roll right on out before we had to try and make our way home, because they were pretty fierce.

By the time 5:00 pm finally rolled around - the majority of the storms had left the area and so I headed home - ready for a long weekend.  It's only long because on Monday I decided that I couldn't face an entire week at the office and took tomorrow off.  I had planned on doing a little cleaning and a little self-indulgence in the form of a long, over-due pedicure maybe.

Until I got home and was faced with this...

And I almost cried.  Seriously.

I was so proud of that little tree.  I recall working so very hard - all by myself, I might add - to plant that tree.  The boys were gone and I was bound  and determined to get that little maple (?) into the ground.  As I recall the hardest part wasn't digging through the rock hard clay to plant it.  No, the hardest part was trying to remove the tree from its little pot.

I remember sitting on the ground, with sweat pouring down my face, while I braced my feet against the pot and trying to pull that root-bound tree free.  I remember thinking " Boy, the neighbors must be getting quite the show this afternoon" while watching me through windows as I battled with that tree.

Eventually, of course, I freed the tree and got it planted.  And it thrived.  In the three or four years since I waged the epic battle to set that tree free it has thrived and grown.  It has survived the winters and withstood the heat and storms that have battered it.  Until today.

Before the possibility of selling this house ever arose, I had been imagining that tree ten or fifteen years from now.  I had been dreaming of the magnificent tree that it would one day become.  Even after we agreed that we might sell, I could still see myself driving by and seeing "my" tree so big and strong and me smiling at its growth.

Today, my little tree has died.

I will, of course, try to save it.  I've already Googled "how to save a split tree" and see that it can be done - but I have a feeling that the damage is too severe.  But despite that, and Hubby's skepticism, I have  to try.

Poor little tree.

Apparently, I NEVER learn from past experiences.

Remember way back last fall when our entire family locked ourselves out of the house; after already experiencing repeated instances of locking some of us out? (What IS it about this house?  We've never locked ourselves out of any of our other houses this much - I swear.)

After that experience, I SWORE that I was going to have an extra key (or three) made to hide somewhere.

Well guess what?

I never did.  And guess what else?

I locked myself out of the house again this morning.  What a way to start a hot, wet, dreary Monday.

Luckily though, this time Man-Child was inside the house.  Sleeping.  Do you know how hard it is to wake a sleeping teenager if you aren't standing over him, dragging him out of bed by the ankle while dousing him with a pitcher of ice cold water?

The answer is VERY.

After simultaneously ringing the doorbell repeatedly while calling his phone (I can only assume that the only thing that woke him up was the phone, which was set to vibrate, buzzed it's way across his nightstand and landed on his head) he finally answered and came to let me back in the house.  He was not happy.

So tomorrow, after work - come hell or high water - I think it's safe to say that you will find me at the local hardware store....having some keys made - FINALLY.

I've created a monster (or...sometimes if you get off your high horse, you might actually like it)

First a little background...of course.

I am not a foodie.  Oh sure, I do enjoy food, but nine times out of ten I will shove whatever into my mouth just to keep my stomach quiet and my body alive, because odds are good I've busied myself with other "more important" things for so long that if I don't eat something NOW, I will surely die. (Yes, I have issues.  I know.  And one of these days, maybe - I doubt it - I'll get my priorities in order)

Unfortunately, I married a foodie - or as I like to "affectionately" call him - a food snob.  This man will walk into a fast food joint and then have the nerve to complain about the food that is put before him.  I can only look at him in amazement at that point.  Because a) you are in a fast food joint and b) seriously?! You are IN  A FAST FOOD JOINT!

So the food snob has gone done his best to raise a food snob, jr.  *sigh*  Of course, I am outnumbered in this household.

Suffice it to say, most of my dining out experiences involve friends instead of immediate family; because dear God in heaven if I have to sit through ONE MORE MEAL where he complains about the food, the location, the service or the fact that he could make it better, or that it's too bland or too salty or too whatever....well, then I can't be held responsible for any actions I might take.

Which brings me to a local restaurant, which I might point out is NOT a fast food joint, but does have extra fast service.  I immediately fell in love with their fajita pita lunch.  Who would have thought - combining a Mexican food staple with Mediterranean food?!  It's absolutely amazing and unfortunately, I don't get to eat there as often as I'd like.

Try as I might, I have been unable to convince my two food snobs to at least try this delicacy.  Until last week.

Man-Child was starving (yeah, right - the boy is ALWAYS starving) and he was weak enough that I was able to drag him into the nearest location.

And now?  Now he's hooked.  He just asked me to take him to lunch (for the third time in the span of a week!) tomorrow.

At this point, I'm convinced.  It may not be too late to break the Hubby of his snobbery, but the boy? Oh yeah, he's breakable.