Lunch With The Gang

Yesterday I had the pleasure (have to say that as they all read my blog) of going out with my older children and their partners for lunch.

Since this is a small restaurant we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Why we even eat at this place I will not ever know. The food is OK but no matter what time you go in there the buffet is only half full. The people running it are rude and look at you when you ask them something like you are totally insane. I have proclaimed not to ever go back there no matter what.

I do think that we were driving two dirty construction workers that came in by our fooling around and laughing. I guess you are supposed to not talk and laugh when you are dining

The best part was the desert. I had two cream puffs on my plate. They are no bigger than a 50 cent piece each. Leaving the table to re-fill my drink my lovely children decide to pour a light coating of salt on the top of one. Coming back to the table I instinctively know they did something. Why the feeling? It is a general rule to never and I mean never leave your drinks or food unattended around any of us. That is when the jokes are played the most.

I ask what is wrong with my food. Oh nothing. All giggling like raving lunatics. Swearing nothing is wrong. Of course my son in law Jamie can't lie or even tell the truth without laughing, so I figure it was either him or Sabriena. As it went on I knew it was Sabs as there was that way to serious look in her eyes.

I finished one. Nothing. I am thinking you little B%%^^* its this one. I take my finger and glide it on the top, sure enough lathered in a layer of salt.

All hoots and hollers at my table then. Pointing fingers at everyone. The construction workers glared at us even more. haha

Day was fun actually and flew by. All I can say is we have a trip to Bluffton planned. Sabs watch your burger