Monday, January 18, 2010

Monkey-isms (2)

The Monkey was being particularly lovey with her mama - lots of hugs and snuggling.  She let out a little sigh, placed her head on Mama's shoulder, and said, "You're so complicated..."

I had to turn away and hide my face.  She was so sincere, and I think she meant it as a compliment, but my eyes nearly popped out of my head as hard as I had to work to stifle my laughter...

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Common Sense/Common Courtesy

If you are too inconsiderate to notice that I was already waiting for a parking space to open up when you pulled into the lot, don't be surprised when I give you the stinkeye and make wild hand gestures when you cut me off and take the next available spot.  The only reason I didn't hurl many, many filthy insults your way and flip you off with both hands was because we were in the parking lot of my darling daughter's daycare and she was in the back seat of my car, waiting to be dropped off, you dipshit.

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Saturday, January 2, 2010

Delicious Dinner, Horrible Service

Tonight, on a whim, we headed out to our favorite Indian restaurant, India Pavilion, with our friends the Howells.  We eat at IP on a fairly regular basis, mainly taking advantage of their lunch buffet (soooo nummy).  But when we go for dinner, we go knowing that the food will be tasty and the service will be top-notch.

So, it was a total surprise to walk in and find that I didn't recognize any of the staff working this evening.  It was an even bigger surprise when, after waiting for almost 45 minutes, we had to flag down a server to place our order.  And we were totally floored when it took another 45 minutes for the main course to arrive at our table.  45 minutes after that, we had to request our desserts be served in take-out containers so we could get our respective dead-tired children home and put them to bed.
I'm still dumbfounded by just how awful the experience was.  The food was indeed tasty, but I think we all put up with the horrible service only because it was so out-of-the-ordinary for IP.  Had that been our first time there, we would certainly never go back.  As it was, I was sorely tempted to do something I have only done once before in my life:  Write "don't play in traffic" on the tip line of the receipt.

</privileged, whiny-ass sob story>

Sorry.  I just had to get that off my chest...

Friday, January 1, 2010

Monkey-isms (1)

This morning, I had to correct the Monkey when she was talking about the show Imagination Movers.  She kept calling it "Ivagination Movers."  Yeah.  I couldn't let that continue...