You know what drives me crazy about Tom?
How he tells that I can pick wherever I want to go for lunch and then when I make a choice he says he doesn't feel like that.
It's ALWAYS like that.
He's all, "What do you want for lunch?"
I reply, "You can decide."
He says, "No, I'll go wherever you want to go."
So I suggest IHOP.
"I don't feel like IHOP," is his answer.
Then why did you say I could pick??!!
Then he says, "I kind of feel like Red Lobster after watching Deadliest Catch. I want some crab legs."
Now, I hate seafood.
I know, I know, people are always perplexed when I say that.
They can't possibly believe that someone doesn't like seafood.
But I don't.
I've had to deal with trying breaded shrimp, regular shrimp, crab, lobster, scampi...
From people who cannot believe that I don't like it.
"Here, try this breaded shrimp, you'll LOVE it!" they'll say, shoving a fork in my direction.
"I don't like seafood," I'll insist through clenched teeth.
I mean hello, are they deaf?
"Yes but you MUST try this. You'll LOVE it!"
So I'll always try it and I always hate it.
However, Red Lobster has this delicious chicken dish called Cajun Chicken Pasta or something like that.
I always get it when we go.
So I agreed that we could eat there for lunch.
Tom actually wanted to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some lunch meat for work.
We were pretty much in and out of Wal-Mart.
Then we went to Red Lobster.
Tom ordered his snow crab legs, I got my chicken dish, Tommy got chicken fingers.
I asked if he wanted fish and he went, "I don't like fish, Mommy."
He hasn't even tried fish before I don't think.
Natalie was pretty patient. She got a little irritated at one point and I just bounced her on my knee.
When the food came Tommy freaked out.
"AHHHHH claws!" he shrieked, looking at Tom's plate. He ducked underneath the table.
"It's okay, Tommy," Tom said. "It's dead. See?" He held it up which made Tommy shriek again.
"Put it AWAY, Daddy! Put it AWAY now!" Tommy yelled.
"Do you want to try a bite?" Tom questioned.
"NO!" Tommy shouted.
Tommy barely would eat his meal. He eyed Tom's plate the entire time, worried that the claw would come out and pinch him.
"I hope you appreciate those," I said pointing to Tom's plate. "Someone probably fell overboard in order to get that."
Tom took a huge bite and swallowed. "And for that I truly appreciate it. Mmm crab legs...you HAVE to try one.."
I DON'T LIKE SEAFOOD!
"No thanks," I said polietly.
"I just can't believe you don't like seafood," Tom said.
"I can't believe you won't eat brownies unless they're Duncin Hines," I answered sweetly.
"Duncin Hines is the best though," Tom insisted.
Anyhow it was a good lunch.
When we stepped outside there was someone passing out pamplets by the door.
"Excuse me, have you been saved?" the woman asked us, shoving a brochure on the nearby church at us.
First of all, I don't think that sort of thing is allowed outside of restaurants.
Second of all, it really bugs me when people ask if other people have been saved.
So I said, "I have been saved since I've learned dark chocolate is actually GOOD for you."
Tom gave me a Look and told the woman thank you and kept walking.
"Jesus Christ loves you!" she called out.
Good to know.
We're not terribly religious but we do believe in God. We just don't do the church thing. And don't like religion shoved in our faces.
When we got in the car Tommy was all, "Mommy? Who is Jesus Christ?"
I let Tom answer. He's gone to church more than I have. He actually went to Bible Study when he was in Qatar.
We went to the shoppette real quick so I could pick up wine for that chicken cordon bleu. The recipe suggested California Chardonnay so I picked that up. When I went to pay the cashier said,
"Should you be having that?"
Because apparently I look sixteen.
I mean do I look sixteen?
It's a little embarrassing to be carded if I want to see a rated R movie.
And when I showed the cashier my ID card for the wine she actually held it up to the light to make sure it wasn't fake.
"Sorry," she said. "I had to check. You just look so.."
"Young," I finished. "I hear it a lot.."
"Well, you'll appreciate it when you're older."