Yesterday Buddy and I went to a restaurant that hadn't been to before. Now I say I haven't because for some reason my husband seems to have made it to most in our fair town. This is one however he hadn't managed to try because he couldn't tell me if the food was good or not and he seemed to have as much trouble deciding on what to have as I did.
Now I say for some reason my husband has as if I don't have a clue why that would be the case but I actually know why. Because of the kind of work he has done over the past thirty plus years he often is in a position where he has to entertain or be entertained by people from out of town. Fortunately he is smart enough that he knows that had better be all that's going on. I even smell a hint of hanky panky, well let's just say I would end up on ID TV. Besides I have that man so spoiled that any woman who wanted to go there would soon discover he's more trouble than he's worth, at least to anyone but me. Anyway that's not what this is about so moving on.
We go into this restaurant and it's a nice place but different. While waiting for our order to arrive I noticed the drink menu on the table and I pick it up. It had an interesting little list of alcoholic drinks. At the top of that list was an interesting concoction call Red Headed Bitch. I turned to my adorable, sweet, amazing hubby and asked what a Red Headed Bitch was. He's initial response to that question was to look at me with a sheepish and amused look on his face with a cocked eyebrow. Now I had no problem understanding what that look meant. My response to him was "Not your wife asshole but the drink."
Yes I been a little out of sorts over the past couple of weeks. I haven't been the most pleasant of individuals. OK I've been pretty much a raving bitch, but really. He really thought he was being cute. The fact that I was able to exercise the amount of restraint only goes to prove what a sweet and understanding spouse I am. After all he did manage leave the restaurant on his own two feet. He was even alive this morning and was able to go to work. There is however this weekend and I will get him back.
Oh the reason I've been out of sorts was I was diagnosed with Diabetes last week so I think it's understandable why I've been in a foul mood. I'm not saying it's a good excused or it justifies my behavior but it is the reason for my bad conduct.
l will find a way to get even this weekend. It will take some thinking on my part but if any you have any ideas on how to accomplish this please share.