We finally did it and for the first time in 13 years we will trust ourselves. We are saying no to eating out! In most cases Paul and I are fast learners but, for what ever reason, when it comes to dining out we are freakishly, overly hopeful and enthusiastic on what a great time we will have and or how great the food will be.

Last night was the night for us. The writing on the wall was loud and clear. We went to a local pizza joint. I am embarrassed to say that we have been there more than several times in the past year and a half and every time we’ve been disappointed. So, anyway we order wings and a pizza. The wings are huge, not the order but the wings themselves. Rainy asked if they were rooster wings. Torrent proceeded to explain to Rainy they are big because they are from buffaloes…and they are big. The whole “too big” wing thing made my mind wander to bad places. Then the pizza was brought out. The cheese half didn’t look so bad but the sausage half looked weird. Weird enough that now Rainy and Torrent were hawking the cheese side. The sausage was half cooked, bumpy, boiled, ball like things (the size of golf balls) plopped without care on the pie. It was a sight. It was one of those moments where your eyes just naturally squint to try to help you see what you think you see. The service was worse than the food. And to top it all off the young woman that sat next to us had many piercings about her face, head and neck area. But for me the piercings weren’t even the worst part, it was the cut down, really tight, three prong belt that she wore around her neck. Once again my mind was wandering to places it shouldn’t be. And to think I didn’t even have to describe the antics of our four kids, ages six and younger, Josie, our dog waiting by the window, and a mom and dad who never get enough sleep.

I’m hopeful to say that I think we are cured!