I love fall. Although it never gets cold enough in Georgia, and I will really miss the snow during the holidays. When I lived in North Carolina, Christmas just didn’t feel right without snow — and there’s nothing in the world like Christmas in New York City anyway.
I got completely wasted at Red Lobster for dinner, ha!
My wonderful hubby has a long weekend for Labor Day, so he drove and picked up our daughter from school (it’s a two hour drive each day), lucky me because I got to sleep in today. The alarm went off at 6:30AM, our daughter woke up right away to get dress, and I literally pushed my husband off our bed with my right foot, ha!
I woke up around noon, and saw sunflowers on our dining table. My favorite flower — I knew my hubby was the one when we were dating and he got them for me; I’ve had guys spent lots of money on gorgeous expensive bouquets of roses, but he is the only guy to ever get me sunflowers. ♡
My hubby asked me where I wanted to go for dinner. I said Red Lobster — I don’t even know why, because I hate chain restaurants, and as far as a legit seafood restaurant goes, places like Red Lobster is as legit as the Olive Garden for Italian cuisine, or a Chinese takeout restaurant with a Tex-Mex tri-fold menu.
I decided to let my hair down and let loose… I ordered some fruity drink that I can’t even remember, but it came with a cherry and a pineapple slice and tasted very yummy!
Well, I was three sheets to the wind about 15 minutes after I was sipping my fruity rum drink. My husband said my face was as red as the cooked lobster on the menu… and because I started playing footsie with his leg… he practically had to carried me to the car and up the stairs into bed — where I passed out and woke up around midnight.
My Cuisinart and more yarns came also, I have the greatest guy in the world. I love him so much for always spoiling me. Watching all these murder true crime docu-series, I know how lucky I am for such a wonderful husband. He is a great provider for our family, and I’m very fortunate to be able to be a housewife because of him (even if it is dreadfully boring).