There are a couple of things in life that I JUST DON’T GET. No matter how hard I try, I JUST DON’T GET IT. I mean, I just don’t understand what all the fuss/buzz is about.
M&Ms, fast cars, Dave Matthews and most of all —— THE OLIVE GARDEN.
Seriously, what is the appeal? I mean, I’m not saying I hate Olive Garden. I have better things to do than hate an Italian restaurant chain. I just don’t understand the major draw to this place. Sure the breadsticks are good, but I can find similar ones in a can at the grocery story. And the entrees everyone raves about… well… they are microwaved. And they taste like it. It’s like glorified TV dinner.
Neal and I used to live out on the west end, and we would drive by the Olive Garden all the time. It was the biggest joke for us to look at the long lines. And on Christmas Day one year, we drove by and no lie, there was a guy peering in the freakin’ front doors of the closed Olive Garden. What the heck?! What did he need? A gift card? It was Christmas Day!!!
So Neal is on his way to his parents’ house about an hour away and he just called to tell me the construction site we had seen a couple of months ago at the outlets in Lancaster is… what else… an OLIVE GARDEN! How exciting! He said the line was wrapped around the building. The benches out front were full and people were SITTING ON THE LAWN! Are you kidding me?
Whew. OK, sorry, vent over. Sorry if I offended any Olive Garden lovers. To each their own. I just had to get that off of my chest.
So Neal’s not home, so I indulged myself and made cheddar-garlic Bisquick biscuits.
Yum.
After dinner, I walked upstairs to find this on the floor of our bathroom:
What’s that, you say? Oh, why that’s the drain stopper to our sink. What’s that you say? Why is it on the floor? Good question. Here’s the culprit:
He looks innocent. He’s not. His favorite past-time is to paw at the drain stopper until it pops out of the drain, then he knocks it onto the floor and carries it around the house in his mouth. I have no idea why this is interesting to him, but he loves it. When we went on vacation at the beginning of the month, my mom, who was taking care of our house, actually sent me a picture message of the drain on our living room floor.
I’m off to relax for the rest of the evening. Here’s a picture of Simone. Just ’cause she’s cute.
