Last night after the husband came home from work, and piddled around for a while, and then started circling around the kitchen, giving me all the clues that he was getting hungry, I said to him, "I just need a leetle beet of sumthin sumthin special." I held my thumb and pointer finger about an inch apart to show him what I meant.
He said, "OK, let's go down to Longhorn Steakhouse. (Son) Caleb is waiting tables tonight, and we'll ask to be seated in his section. I could eat a good steak, too. It's been a while."
Wow. My husband
During the drive down he asked me what I was hungry for. I said dessert. He slowly turned his head , looked straight at me, and reminded me that I never get dessert, which is true. It's not that I don't like dessert, it's just that I'm usually too full by the end of my meal to comfortably enjoy it.
So when our handsome and wonderful waiter came by to take our order, I ordered dessert first, and it was DELICIOUS. I was hungry and so I could really enjoy every bite. Here it is - the chocolate brownie sundae, in all its glory:
For some insane reason our waiter put two spoons in there. I wasn't in a sharing frame of mind.
Then, after I finished my dessert, I dined on my main course - mushrooms stuffed with four cheeses.
I thoroughly enjoyed my meal, and I did it MY way.
Who says you can't change up the rules a bit, anyway?