[If You're Not Into the Whole Brevity Thing...] Love = Free Tacos
We didn't have any plans for Valentine's Day, but last night Brian came home from work and said, "We could go to Qdoba for dinner like we did last year. They've got that buy-one-get-one-free offer again."
"Oh!" I said. "We did that last year!"
"Yeah. I just said that."
Apparently we have a Valentine's Day family tradition and I didn't even realize it.
To get the free entree, you have to kiss your significant other, or your mother, or a random person you met in line. It's actually a fairly salacious promotion. Last year I was disappointed that they were giving out the free entrees without making anyone kiss. But this year the cashier said, "That'll be $17.84. Or..." (insert lascivious look here) "Would you like to share a kiss?" Yes, I suppose I could kiss my husband if you will knock nine dollars off our bill.
While we ate, Luke leaned back in his high chair, waving to and flirting with the pretty blonde college girls sitting near us. I swear, he has a type already. It makes me a little sad, but mostly it's nice knowing that if I can manage to sit near a pretty blonde, I can eat in peace.
After our romantic dinner, we went to Target to buy coffee. Neither of us drink coffee, but our dads both do and they are still at our house a few times a week working on the addition. My dad wasn't very amused the night before when he asked, "Did you get more coffee or did you leave the empty can sitting there on the shelf?" and I had to admit it was an empty can. (Side Note: Our house failed the electrical inspection this morning. Yay!)
While we were shopping, Luke kept sticking his fingers down his throat until he threw up all over himself, the cart, the floor, and the stuff we were buying.
After we cleaned up, paid for our vomit-soaked purchases, and left the store, we saw a young guy in handcuffs sitting on the curb surrounded by three police cars. I'm sure there's a very interesting story there. Was he stealing chocolates for his valentine because he has no money but loves her very much? Maybe he ran into his wife's boyfriend in the card aisle?
Now, here's a gratuitous picture of Luke showing off his newest way to terrify his mother:
"Oh!" I said. "We did that last year!"
"Yeah. I just said that."
Apparently we have a Valentine's Day family tradition and I didn't even realize it.
To get the free entree, you have to kiss your significant other, or your mother, or a random person you met in line. It's actually a fairly salacious promotion. Last year I was disappointed that they were giving out the free entrees without making anyone kiss. But this year the cashier said, "That'll be $17.84. Or..." (insert lascivious look here) "Would you like to share a kiss?" Yes, I suppose I could kiss my husband if you will knock nine dollars off our bill.
While we ate, Luke leaned back in his high chair, waving to and flirting with the pretty blonde college girls sitting near us. I swear, he has a type already. It makes me a little sad, but mostly it's nice knowing that if I can manage to sit near a pretty blonde, I can eat in peace.
After our romantic dinner, we went to Target to buy coffee. Neither of us drink coffee, but our dads both do and they are still at our house a few times a week working on the addition. My dad wasn't very amused the night before when he asked, "Did you get more coffee or did you leave the empty can sitting there on the shelf?" and I had to admit it was an empty can. (Side Note: Our house failed the electrical inspection this morning. Yay!)
While we were shopping, Luke kept sticking his fingers down his throat until he threw up all over himself, the cart, the floor, and the stuff we were buying.
After we cleaned up, paid for our vomit-soaked purchases, and left the store, we saw a young guy in handcuffs sitting on the curb surrounded by three police cars. I'm sure there's a very interesting story there. Was he stealing chocolates for his valentine because he has no money but loves her very much? Maybe he ran into his wife's boyfriend in the card aisle?
Now, here's a gratuitous picture of Luke showing off his newest way to terrify his mother: