Thursday, August 29, 2024

THURSDAY / AUGUST 29 / ANNIVERSARY #43

THURSDAY
AUGUST 29 2024




HUBBY WAS UP WITH DOGS AT 5AM. 

UP AT 6AM. HUBBY HAD ALREADY PUT THE DOGS OUT FOR POTTY.

HUBBY HELPED MAKE THE BED.

I DRESSED. WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO MAKE LATTE FOR HUBBY/TEA & NANOGREENS FOR MYSELF.

HUBBY WATCHED YOUTUBE TV FOR A WHILE. SOME STUPID KID ON YOUTUBE.

THEN WE TOOK THE DOGS TO THE SHOWER AND HUBBY WASHED THEM. FIRST TATER WHO WALKED IN BY HIMSELF. HE IS A GOOD DOG. I TOWEL DRIED HIM AND THEN TATER LAID DOWN BY THE SHOWER FOR A NAP.

HUBBY THEN WASHED RILEY. I DRIED HER OFF. BOTH DOGS WERE LET OUTSIDE TO RUN AROUND. RILEY HAD ZOOMIES. SHE ROLLED ON THE DOG BED.

I DID MARCEL'S PAYROLL FOR THE LAST TIME. HE IS MOVING BACK TO CALIFORNIA. DOES NOT LIKE THE HEAT HERE. 




WHEN HUBBY FINALLY GOT HOME AFTER STOPPING TO DROP OFF BOXES AT MESQUITE BUSINESS CENTER, I WANTED TO GO OUT FOR DINNER.

WE DECIDED ON THE 1880 GRILLE. I HAD BEEN CRAVING CHICKEN FRIED STEAK. 

WE LEFT THE DOGS AT HOME AND DROVE THERE IN THE FMF. PARKED AND WALKED INSIDE. WE WERE SEATED AT A BOOTH JUST INSIDE THE DOOR.

IMMEDIATELY, SOME LITTLE BABY STARTS SCREECHING AT A TABLE NEAR OURS. THE WHOLE FAMILY INCLUDING GRANDMA WERE STARRING AT THEIR CELL PHONES. NOBODY WAS DOING ANYTHING ABOUT THE SCREECHING, SCREAMING KID. WE KEPT GIVING THEM DIRTY LOOKS. 

FINALLY, THEY LEFT. MY EARS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. FUCKING STUPID, LAZY PARENTS. 

I ORDERED CHICKEN FRIED STEAK WHICH CAME WITH VEGETABLES AND MASHED POTATES AND SOME GOD-AWFUL TASTING GRAVY. BUT NO DINNER ROLL. I ASKED AND THE WAITRESS SAID IT DOES NOT COME WITH A DINNER ROLL. HOW TO DIP INTO THE GRAVY AND MASHED POTATOES? WTF. SHE OFFERED A GARLIC PIECE OF BREAD. I REFUSED. 

THEN WE ORDERED CHEESECAKE FOR DESSERT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO COME WITH CHOICE OF CHOCOLATE OR CARAMEL DRIZZLED TOPPING. THE WAITRESS DID NOT OFFER IT. IT WAS BROUGHT OUT WITH THE DRIZZLE ON THE BOTTOM? OF HERSHEY'S CHOCOLATE. THE WORST TASTING CHOCOLATE EVER. AND NO WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP. 


PATHETIC CHEESECAKE AT 1880 GRILLE. IT LOOKS LIKE IT SHIT ITSELF.

WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER EATING AT 1880 AGAIN.

DROVE HOME AND THEN TOOK THE DOGS OUT TO THE GRASSY AREA AT THE REC CENTER. 

DROVE BACK HOME AND WATCHED MORE TV. 

WENT TO BED AT 10PM.





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