Have any of you guys been to TGIFridays lately?
CAN I TELL YOU HOW MUCH I WANTED TO RIP THE HAT OFF OUR CRAZY DRESSED SERVER LAST NIGHT, JUMP UP AND DOWN ON IT AND THEN PROCEED TO THE KITCHEN TO GORGE MYSELF ON THEIR “SIGNATURE” FRIED CHEESECAKE??
I don’t know if this is solely in Kuwait or not, but they just recently changed their birthday song to
THE
LONGEST
PIECE
OF
CRAP
E
V
E
R
I pray they haven’t infiltrated the US yet.
I can only hope.
It’s an actual song. A 2 minute, 14 second song
And it’s awful,
Painful,
And loud.
I’m used to the regular old birthday song, revamped a little with clapping and some silly rhythmical change, but not an actual deafening song.
Sung every freaking 7 minutes.
With balloons that were popped to be in sync with the loud beats of the drum.
Did I mention that English is not the native language of those singing?
Painful I tell you. Painful.
Then we sat across a table of loud obnoxious junior high kids (ahh- remember those days?) who all had “birthdays.” So we had to hear it thrice more.
Happy Freaking Birthday already.
I almost went over to their table and told them I was blowing out their freaking candle and my wish was that the TGIF Birthday Song record would shatter into a million pieces.
Wow. I feel a lot better after venting!
This is a warning that Fridays is probably not the place to go after a long day of work. You seriously might go insane and wind up spending the night in the fetal position in the corner of a Q-8 prison cell.
Don’t worry, guys, I didn’t take The First Lady to Fridays.
I was busy.
She took a raincheck.
*wink wink*
Okay, so I have to tie the title into this post, right?
Aside from the MAJOR HINT I’ve given you, you’ll never guess what Will called me today!
Yep, Debra Barone.
(Hmm- Debra? Do you spell your name that way, or are you an Deborah kind of girl? Or Debora? We may never know...)
It was because I was a little yell-y this morning.
He hadn’t seen yell-y until he called me Debra Barone.
Then he saw yelling!
Okay, not really, but I did get mad! Really mad! I told him he was grounded from me doing any of his crap this week (ie: laundry, ironing, etc).
He’s not grounded, really, but I was a little annoyed.
Debra really deserves her own post, but for today I’ll spare you, and we won’t go into my psychological analysis of Everybody Loves Raymond. Maybe later.
(the crowd roars)
Alright I’m off to make a very random lunch of lemon pepper chicken tenderloins, apple sauce, and tater tots- requested by Will.
Could he be pregnant?
Actually, right now, anything sounds good to me (I think I’m hungry).
Actually, that doesn’t sound random at all...I eat stuff like that all the time. As for not doing Will’s stuff...aren’t you banned from doing his laundry alreayd anyway? Anyway, I wouldn’t worry too much about being called Debra...at least he didn’t call you Marie. :D