Baxter and I went downtown this afternoon to have lunch with BK. Because it was such a beautiful day, we wanted to go somewhere that had outdoor seating, so we ended up at Landry's. Here is a picture of our waiter:
Ha ha! Just kidding, interwebs. Our waiter was not Grover. But he may as well have been Grover. At least then we wouldn't have had to listen to the put-upon sighs and the slamming down of the trays. Instead we would have just had to suffer through the two-inch, complete-with-follicle hair in the shrimp and the rancid steak that even BK would not eat. And that means it was bad. BK comes from a long line of sturdy Mississippi stock who believe in serving the same food night after night until it is all gone. People who reserve salad that has been soaking in ladlefuls of dressing for days. People who serve that Thanksgiving ham until it is slimy. (Not that I'm speaking from personal experience, of course.)
Also today, while on a playdate at a local park, Baxter started crying in the middle of the soccer field. I leisurely wandered over to discover he was sitting on an anthill. Good work, mom.
Ha ha! Just kidding, interwebs. Our waiter was not Grover. But he may as well have been Grover. At least then we wouldn't have had to listen to the put-upon sighs and the slamming down of the trays. Instead we would have just had to suffer through the two-inch, complete-with-follicle hair in the shrimp and the rancid steak that even BK would not eat. And that means it was bad. BK comes from a long line of sturdy Mississippi stock who believe in serving the same food night after night until it is all gone. People who reserve salad that has been soaking in ladlefuls of dressing for days. People who serve that Thanksgiving ham until it is slimy. (Not that I'm speaking from personal experience, of course.)
Also today, while on a playdate at a local park, Baxter started crying in the middle of the soccer field. I leisurely wandered over to discover he was sitting on an anthill. Good work, mom.
Karo,
Just wanted to say hello. Cynthia's friend Jenna here. Not sure if you know this, but I got engaged and moved to California last year for grad school. Anyway, I have your blog on my bloglines and I absolutely LOVE when you post. I think you are probably the funniest writer on the Internet (I'm not even joking about that). And just adore all your Baxter-isms and observations.
Anyway, lots of love to you and yours. And keep posting!
Jenna
Posted by: jenna colley | Friday, March 16, 2007 at 08:41 AM
At least maybe you didn't have to pay for the meal, b/c I would not have paid!
Poor kid, I didn't realize ants could do that! He is too cute to be hurt!
You are dead on about the food thing, we discussed it last night about how we leave food out, grew up doing that, and we are still alive! I have to admit, in my adulthood, I do NOT do it! But my cousin lives with me now, he does it!
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