The menu was almost as big as a book.
Mom opened it gingerly, flipping one page at a time. "I'm not sure where to even begin," she admitted.
I opened my own menu and my stomach growled. Mmmm, just look at all the goodness. We were at The Cheesecake Factory, one of my favorite restaurants. Unfortunately there isn't one where I live, so since I'm visiting my Mom, I insisted that we go.
"I'm getting the white chili," I said, shutting my menu with a flourish. My tongue watered over the thought of the chili. It's perfectly seasoned, perfectly cooked, perfectly everything. "And of course, there is dessert."
Mom turned another menu page. "I don't know if I'll have room for dessert."
"There's always room for dessert!" I insisted. I always make room. When I'm at Olive Garden and have consumed more salad and bread sticks and pasta than I care to remember, I STILL order dessert.
Gosh, if I didn't love food so much, think about what my body could look like. I could be toned! I could wear bikinis! Only, even if I were toned, I imagine my stretch marks would still remain and kids would point and go, "What's wrong with that lady's toned stomach? Is it diseased?" and I'd be all, "No, this is what happens when you carry two human beings, you insensitive snit."
But oh well, so I'll never be toned. I'd rather be flabby and happy than toned and pissed off that all I can have is wheatgrass and cereal that looks like tree bark with a couple of nuts tossed in.
My white chili was fantastic and when I was halfway through, I leaned over and asked Mom if she would share a slice of cheesecake with me.
"No. I'm full," she said.
So I got a slice to go, because it's sort of a sin to go to The Cheesecake Factory and not get some cheesecake.
After we ate, we did some shopping since we were at the North Star Mall. Obviously I went into Gymboree mainly because they are having their Red Balloon Sale where they mark old lines really cheap....I look forward to this every year, and normally at home my store has a fairly good selection.
....but the Gymboree in Texas, did not have much left.
In fact, I circled the store three times, thinking I must've missed something. All I had were a pair of fish sandals for $4.99 in my hand I was all, "Yes, but, where is the rest?"
It turns out that a bunch of Mexicans came and took all the deals.
And I'm not being prejudiced, that's seriously what the worker told me when I asked where all the deals were.
And look, I get excited over deals as much as the next person, but I SHARE. I don't take it all. That's just...rude.
Oh well. At least I had fish sandals.
We went into The Disney Store, where Natalie proceeded to tell me that she wanted basically everything inside of it.
I let her get a tiny Mickey Mouse doll.
And..well, actually, I didn't get too much.
Then I came home and had to start packing, because I leave tomorrow. Well, technically today since I'm writing this a few minutes before midnight. I hate packing, as I've said before and now I really think my suitcase may be over 50 lbs. I thought that coming over here, and it turns out it was only 32 lbs, but now I'm for certain it's up there. But at least I can zip it closed and not have to sit on it. I've done this many times before while screaming, "Zip it, Tom, zip it now while we have a chance!"
Maybe the worker will be all, "Aww, since it's Christmas, we'll waive the fee."
But I doubt it, because airline workers seem cranky and ready to grope.
I also hope that the shuttle driver that's taking me home is sane. See, I fly into the Denver airport but my home is in Cheyenne, Wyoming, almost two hours away. I could fly into Cheyenne, but that means more money and one of those itty bitty planes that look as though they'd fall apart if they are looked at funny.
So Denver it is.
I called the shuttle company many times to confirm, and they don't seem totally organized even though I'm promised someone will be waiting.
In the 5th story parking garage.
Which sort of sounds like a set up to me, like the guy is going to whip out a gun as soon as I approach. If this happens, I'll use my oversized suitcase as a shield.
But just in case, I'm using Cowboy Shuttle and the drivers name is Sam.
If I don't update on Thursday, alert the authorities.
It's just, people are crazy these days and you never know.