Aren't you leaving now?
pull out of the drive..
We like to eat.
She said~ Drag's
Okay-maybe just ONE teeny little joke.
By this time I was dragging butt (TWO)
Because I had dragged the mop (THREE)
all over my house before we left so
I could drag (FOUR) myself back to a clean house.
Okay-I quit now~ I promise~
Well, when I saw the sign that said
Italian Restaurant AND
I told MyHero to
take his clothes off and they would give him
a toga to wear...
He refused because he thought I might be joking.
We hesitantly entered thinking we
might see old naked men in togas...
Well, what a cute little place.
They had Halloween decorations up
the yazoo...Y'all know what THAT is, right?
The owner must have DRAGGED out
box after box of decorations.Even the lights were cleverly disguised as
hmmm...baskets of flowers and leaves..
Pretty funky lights...It was just charming...
All lit up and cutsified*...
*new word..feel free to use it...As soon as I whipped my camera out
My Hero started flinching...
and frothing at the mouth
Don't take any more pictures..he grumbled.
I won't- I promised.
But wait...here comes the
Spaghetti.....OH SO GOOD!Can I just take one picture of you eating? I asked
ever so sweetly~
Here, he said, Talk to the hand!Now~ If you are very good and promise
not to use recycled toilet paper
tomorrow I will tell you about
Murder and Mayhem.
Try to DRAG yourself back here tomorrow, will you?