...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

as a parent blogger, it's mandatory i write this post

Monday night, my Tool Man and I took the boys to Chuck E. Cheese's as a belated hip hip hooray for my youngest son's birthday. I'd hoped he'd forgotten we'd agreed to such an adventure two weeks earlier when he'd charged through the house, hopped up on mouse lust. Sadly, the kid who can't remember to brush his teeth twice a day (hell, even once a day) woke up Sunday morning and asked "Chuck E. Cheese's?" and I was a goner. "Tomorrow, baby," I caved. "We'll go tomorrow night when it's probably not as crowded."

That, ladies and gentlemen, is a testament to how damn cute my kid is. If you saw him, you'd say, "That's a damn cute kid. Hell, I'll take him to Chuck E. Cheese's, he's just that cute." To which I'd respond, "Here. He's all yours. He likes straight up pepperoni pizza. No sausage, no funny business. Have fun, but be home by 8 p.m., because he needs a bath tonight. It's picture day at school tomorrow and he needs time for his funky hair to dry."

Seriously. Where the hell were you all last night when I was sighing and lamenting my fate, anyway, because P.S.? Monday night is not a quiet night at Charles le Fromage.

P.P. S. - I spent the entire evening referring to Chuck E. Cheese's as Charles le Fromage's, much to the annoyance of Tool Man, who may have laughed twice, but then was all, "Stop, OK? I get it!" and I may have been all, "This is Bitch, calling in a payback!" because seriously, dude can totally drag a lame joke into the ground.

As is customary for those who have sired children AND a blog, I'm now going to give you a post comprised of my random gripes about Chuck E. Cheese's, but in an unexpected twist, what I'm going to do is share them as highlights of the the night, starting with the lowest on the list and culminating with that which made the night spectacular. Enjoy!
  • Getting our hands security stamped by an employee we had to rouse. Nothing says, "I've got confidence you won't let my kid leave with a pedophile!" like tapping the shoulder of some 16-year-old ne'er do well who will slowly lift her head from the velvet ropes and greet us with warm, gooey silence.
  • The lack of good games. WTF Chuck? Last time you and I hung out together, there were some cool games to partake in as I slowly prayed for death. Now it's just a bunch of games where one has to spin a wheel or launch a game token at a shark or chicken head in hopes of pulling down the bounty of prize tickets. Yeee-aawwwwnnn.
  • The old guy positioned near the Deal or No Deal machine. The one who didn't appear to be related to anyone at the restaurant, and who kept asking passing kids, "Are you ready to play Deal or No Deal?" like some creepy Willy Wonka, then gifting them with shiny game tokens retrieved from his pants pocket ("Gah! Please, please, please just be touching tokens while you're digging in your pockets for that token, mister!" I prayed more than once as I watched him).
  • Feeling like a queen among my peers in their various states of undress as I walked around in a shirt marred by the dried tributary of chicken noodle soup spilled upon myself earlier in the day. "Should I perhaps change before we go?" I asked myself before we left home, then laughing at the sheer insanity of such a thought as I recalled how previous trips to this heaven have brought me face to face, so to speak, with the butt cracks, gunts and everything in between of some of the finest my state has to offer. Mmmm...stay classy, America's heartland!

And the number one reason my evening at Chuck E. Cheese's was so spectacular -

  • The dude seated at the table next to us returned from the salad bar with a heaping plate of bacon bits and ranch dressing! JUST bacon bits and ranch dressing! People, I'm telling you, I caught this dude's eye as he positioned his moobs along either side of his treasure with his left hand and raised his fork with his right, and I saluted him. I also tried to take a photo of the spectacle, but dude wrapped his arm protectively around his bounty and shoveled it in so fast I feared he'd eat me, camera and all, if he noticed. I apologize for using this phrase again so soon after doing so in the post directly below this, but it is fitting, so I must - it was LeAwesome!
Halfway through the evening, I started feeling queasy (as one is wont to do after a slice or two of pepperoni and grease pizza), so I wadded up the napkin upon which I'd scrawled my last will and testament, and begged the boys to please hurry and waste their game tokens so we could leave. Then I begged Tool Man to run every red light to get us home quickly before the mini became a fun zone of horror. Naturally he stopped for gas before doing so (though believe me, there was already some gas in that thing, thank you very much)(seriously, I was praying for death). By the time we got home, I bailed out of the van, ran inside to the bathroom, stripped off my coat...and discovered MY PANTS HAD BEEN UNZIPPED THE ENTIRE TIME we'd been at Chuck E. Cheese's!
Not a little.

Not halfway.

Now I understand why that one chick who kept hobbling by me slowly with one shoe on and one shoe off gave me a thumbs up, but I'm pissed that I didn't at least score a prize upgrade. However, somewhere, I hope I'm a bulletpoint on someone's blog post of awesome things about the time at Chuck E. Cheese's last night.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for linking to the definition of "gunt"--new one on me! This is one to re-read any time you're inclined to say yes to Mr. Too Cute to Resist Toddler again :D.


Tuesday, February 03, 2009 11:44:00 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

I have never been to a CEC. And apparently I should be very happy about that!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009 11:54:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have officially wrested the title of Mommy of the Year from me.

Because I don't care how cute my kids are, there is no amount of gunt in the world to convince me to brave the scary world of the Cheesy Mouse land.

Well played woman. Well played.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009 11:57:00 PM  
Blogger Momma Trish said...

Feeling suddenly grateful my son was so crazed yesterday afternoon and lost his promised bribe of dinner at Chuck E Cheese in exchange for good behaviour. Phew!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 12:15:00 AM  
Blogger Life said...

I have to go to Charles le Fromage (totally stealing that) Thursday night for a birthday party- with two three year olds. I may die.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 12:51:00 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

That is TOO funny. I pretty much refuse to got Chuck's, so I high five you for your bravery.

The zipper down. Oh my, the guy with the coins in his pocket at the Deal or No Deal Game probably thought you were making a pass at him!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 2:51:00 AM  
Blogger The Savage said...

I have, thankfully, ne'er had the displeasure of Charles Le Fromage....

But I do have the pleasure of lusting you....

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 4:31:00 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Charles le Fromage? You have a Parisian thing going on, I think, mah deer, diffurunt kiiiinnd of gurrl.

Sorry, I'm crap with accents. But on the whole the night was fun, yes?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 6:16:00 AM  
Blogger Bijoux said...

I've always called the place "UpChuck's" but Charles Le Fromage is definitely classier. So, how come you didn't mention the great prizes your kids won?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 6:25:00 AM  
Blogger Bunny said...

We've called it Charles E Fromage for a long time, using it as code so the children don't know we're discussing the rat's place. They love that damn place. Fortunately the local one recently expanded and now has more games than I have ever seen under one roof, including my all-time faves of pinball (though sadly not the South Park pinball that my inner 13-yr-old boy loves) and Galaga. Kids always end up watching me play Galaga and say "Wow, you're really good!" to which I reply - "I ought to be. I've been playing this since before your mother was born." They then run away from the scary old lady.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 7:11:00 AM  
Blogger Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Chuck E Cheese would not be worth the trip if gunts and moobs did not run amok. I mean, what the hell else can you look at it to pass the time?


Wednesday, February 04, 2009 7:32:00 AM  
Blogger sam {temptingmama} said...

That place is SERIOUSLY overrated. I remember how fun and fantastic it was as a kid... but now everything is video games and LAME.

The bacon bits guy had me LOLing. Too funny!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 7:37:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Between the gunt, the moobs, the pocket change jingler and you rockin' the open fly, it sounds like your local cheese rat is the Baskin-Robbins of Sexy.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 7:55:00 AM  
Blogger The Stiletto Mom said...

Your kid must be super super cute bc I just will not get sucked into the House of the Evil Mouse...uh uh...no way. The Deal or No Deal Guy? CREEPY.

Congrats on being so classy though and walking around with your pants unzipped! :)

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 8:06:00 AM  
Blogger DKC said...

I have so far been lucky enough to pawn CEC duty off on my In-Laws (they are saints). However, when I do eventually go? I wanna go with you! "Charles le Fromage's" is hysterical!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 8:42:00 AM  
Blogger kaila said...

Bless you woman for painting such a vivid picture of the depths of hell that is also known as Chuck-E-Cheese. My son's school keeps having CEC nights as a fundraiser. I just can't do it - I just give them money instead.

LOL my captcha is "reneckho"
Fitting, No?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 8:52:00 AM  
Blogger Christina Lee said...

OH the HORROR of those places!!!!!I happen to like the taste of bacon bits and ranch dressing too BUT I would not eat it in public(what a freak!) just late at night in the privacy of my own home :):):)

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:03:00 AM  
Blogger Kevin McKeever said...

The only saving grace is that most Chuck E. Cheeses serve beer. Or, at worst, fruit punch that is mighty tasty when you pour in the grain alcohol you have concealed in extra Sippy Cups.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:09:00 AM  
Blogger Kat said...

What would we ever do without Urban Dictionary? Gunt. Priceless.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:13:00 AM  
Blogger Ali said...

why have i never heard it called Charles E Fromage before???? i AM canadian, for god's sake. hahah.

the bacon dude. KILLS ME.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:27:00 AM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

Oh, my. . . I have been glad for many years that the local Chuck's is waaaayyy on the Other Side of Town from us, and so it is mostly off the radar screen of our kids and their friends. . .

But, I'm ROFL, along with UndertheInfluence, at the thought of your zipper, and Strange-Pants-Pocket-Man. . .

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:30:00 AM  
Blogger cat said...

Just the TV commercials for CEC make me glad that we don't have any here in Quebec. Although then they show the Skeeball shots and I love me some Skeeball! We also do not have Skeeball in Quebec, a thing that breaks my heart almost every day.

Bacon bits and ranch dressing? Really?? Um. Wow.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:40:00 AM  
Blogger FTN said...

Am I the only one here that loves going to Chuck E Cheese? Shoot, that's like date night. The kids are occupied for a long time and we can just sit and eat some fine cuisine, talk, and enjoy the live entertainment.

Seriously, our kids can make 20 tokens last for DAYS.

I'm completely fascinated that someone would take a plate of just ranch dressing and bacon bits, by the way. I'm also fascinated that you actually made a fart joke towards the end there.

Oh, and I would have been giggling the whole time about your zipper being down. And no, I never would have actually told you that it was down.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:40:00 AM  
Blogger Divine Chaos said...

psst .. I left you an award on my blog :)

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:55:00 AM  
Blogger blissfully caffeinated said...

I've actually found that the salad bar at Chuck E. Cheese is pretty good. But my hat is off to the bacon bits guy. We all want to do it, but restraint and common decency forces us to add a little lettuce and a few croutons. Bravo, bacon bits dude, bravo.

BTW, thanks for the gunt definition. I've long wondered what the eff is going on with those low hanging stomachs. Now I know.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:57:00 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Booms said...

I'm almost entirely sure that Chuck E. Cheese is the reason we have to have gambling hotlines in this country.

Seriously, it's a total casino for kids.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 9:57:00 AM  
Blogger Chasity said...

Unzipped zipper you say? It's pretty much a guarantee mister Willie Wonka was not grabbing his coins...

I am blessed enough not to have a Chuck E. Cheese within a 30 mile radius of my home, and the following is a true conversation that happens at least once a week in my car:

Me: I wonder what they're building there?
Son: (In his best I'm dreaming of winning the lotto voice) Maybe its a Chuck E. Cheese.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 10:26:00 AM  
Blogger Melissa @ I Pick Pretty said...

If it helps, I laughed at "Charles le Fromage".

Sad to hear the site of one of my own early birthdays has gone downhill. The greasy pizza/ Bac-Os salad bit sounds the same, at least.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 10:34:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Chuck E Cheese makes me want to play in traffic. Really it does. All those annoying beeps and whistles. I feel the same way about the casino. Except the casino is worse. It's full of smoke, those annoying beeps and whistles and did Imention the smoke?

Do you have a Dave and Busters by you? Slightly more expensive (HA! ten times more expensive) but with way cooler games. They have a trivia thing that merits massive amounts of tickets. And when you're playing against eleven year olds you are ALWAYS going to win first prize. Take that suckers!

Good job on the zipper. I'm embarassed for you. But, I'll also keep an eye out for a blog from the midwest that mentions it.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 11:16:00 AM  
Blogger Claire said...

I'm saying a quiet prayer of thanks that I no longer have to brave CEC. My kids have outgrown it, Praise the Lord! I did way more time there (6 hours one time) than was healthy for a grown woman. It was, however, one of the best places to have an uninterrupted conversation with a friend...if you could find a table in the quiet zone.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 12:27:00 PM  
Blogger Shonda Little said...

This may be my favorite post of yours ever. I don't even know where to start. Ass cracks and hand-in-pocket pedophiles and the health nut who went all out with the bacon bits and ranch like I've always lacked the guts in doing.
Well played, lady, well played.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 1:47:00 PM  
Blogger Lipstick Jungle said...

I mentioned you in my observations of the day. Your excuse for the low fly zone? You were just trying to fit in!

Oy, I do not envy you your trip to the pits of hell...


Wednesday, February 04, 2009 1:51:00 PM  
Blogger Nature Girl said...

Wow...you almost made me long for the days when my offspring were young enough that they loved to go to the chuckmeisters....almost..
but not quite.

Better you than me girlfriend....better you than me!


Wednesday, February 04, 2009 2:03:00 PM  
Blogger Nature Girl said...

Wow...you almost made me long for the days when my offspring were young enough that they loved to go to the chuckmeisters....almost..
but not quite.

Better you than me girlfriend....better you than me!


Wednesday, February 04, 2009 2:03:00 PM  
Blogger CT Mom said...

I hate Chuck E. Cheese. Hate. With the intense heat of a thousand suns. Just ask my girls - they know better than to ask to go.

Btw, there's a reason why they serve alcohol. It's the only way to get the parents in the door.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 3:19:00 PM  
Blogger LPS said...

I have to agree w/ FTN...EXCEPT...I feel the need to douse my children with Purell as soon as we walk out the door. In fact, they should have a Purell mist machine immediately after the black light they use to "check" the kids out. Instead, I just tell them don't touch anything and strip in the basement as soon as we get home. I know, a little excessive, but....

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 3:40:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It might be kind of lame to list all the stuff I like in this post, but I'm kinda lame.

First: Charles Le Fromage. Totally stealing it.

Second: Dude by the deal or no deal machine with slimy tokens, that is a short story or after school special, or episode of Oprah waiting to happen.

Third: chick with one shoe on and one shoe off gives you a thumbs up.

So funny. Glad you made it out alive.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 3:49:00 PM  
Blogger MsPicketToYou said...

i kind of gagged at the bacon bits and ranch dressing part. which is not surprising since I gag just driving by that place.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 4:07:00 PM  
Blogger Swirl Girl said...

Oh my god - I laughed my ass of at this one...I despise charles du fromage and would rather have my eyelashed plucked one by one with a rusty tweezer than endure another birthday party there.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 5:51:00 PM  
Blogger Sherendipity said...

Oh darling. I would so let you be the queen of my trailer park.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 6:24:00 PM  
Blogger xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx said...

My kids aren't old enough for Chuck E Cheese yet, and this post has me thanking my lucky stars. :)

Also, the verification word is slizes which is sort of like sleeze and that reminds me of Chuck E Cheese, too.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 10:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh no! The zipper thing? CLASSIC!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 10:45:00 PM  
Blogger Hank Greer said...

Gunts, moobs, greasy pizza and a wide open fly. Thank you so much for a truly funny story.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 10:49:00 PM  
Blogger Bee (the one who muses) said...

Charles le Fromage's and I are mortal enemies ever since my sister's 8th birthday when... gasp! I was spotted by the guy I was crushing over who was IN A HAIR NET! Who knew he worked there? Never again. Also the noise.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 10:51:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Boo sees reference to that place everywhere and desperately wants to go.

I am kinda thanking sweet jeebus that we don't have that shit here in Oz.

This post should be a public service announcement.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009 11:15:00 PM  
Blogger Eliz said...

My daughter's first CEC experience was a birthday party and now she asks to go ALL THE TIME. The mom of the birthday boy was extra impressed with the place and kept asking all the other parents, "Isn't this NICE?" Like the party was being held at some swank Vegas hotel. I felt like maybe it was a joke bc I was so grossed out by it all.

Thursday, February 05, 2009 7:11:00 AM  
Blogger Petra a.k.a The Wise (*Young*) Mommy said...

Chuck E Cheese is definitely punishment to all us parents for raising grubby little rugrats who play way too many video games and watch too much television. I avoid it like the plague.

Thursday, February 05, 2009 8:16:00 AM  
Blogger Zip n Tizzy said...

You have made CEC enjoyable!

Your sacrifice was highly entertaining for the rest of us!

Thursday, February 05, 2009 9:34:00 AM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

Barb - Trouble is, the kid is just so damn cute, though!

Heather - That you've come this far in parenthood and not yet been to Chuck's?! Lucky!

Redneck Mommy - You'd think these kids of mine would ge me a crown or something, eh?

Momma Trish - Gah! The promise could have been what prevented the meltdown here until after we got home!

Kimblahg - Saying prayers for you today... :)

Under the Influence - I should have asked him for all his tokens!

Savage - Another benefit of your way of thinking? No gut ache afterward!

Chris - I do like to say 'oui' and 'bon jour' at random times, so you may be quite right.

Cocotte - Ha! Based on the aftereffects of my night there, I'm sad I didn't think of using UpChuck's instead!

Bunny - I think I used Charles le Fromage too much when we went. My secrets been spilled!

WWoW - Honestly, I may be a bit terrified of al those things, but I'd be sad if they weren't there when I arrived.

Sam - Now that there's no good games in there at all, it's big time overrated.

TwoBusy - It was a plethora of goodness, packed into one loud, sticky room.

Stiletto Mom - Based on some of the looks I saw around that place, I'm surprised to think my super classy ensemble garnered any looks!

Dana - Wow! The grandparents ARE saints! I am big time jealous! Last year, they just gave us money and made us take the boys!

kaila - Truly very fitting, indeed.

Christina Lee - Absolutely! I hide my insane eating habits inside my own house...and made note to try that dude's concoction here sometime!

Always Home - Had I chosen beer, I'd have had to use the bathroom there, for that's what beer does to me. Upside - I'd have discovered my zipper situation sooner. Downside - the Chuck E. Cheese's bathroom. I don't recommend it.

Kat - I wish I'd thought of it, really.

Ali - The bacon dude, seriously, has my heart. His own heart is probably a thick, black walnut, though.

Des - We avoid the area where our Chuck's is, really, but I sometimes think kids are born just knowing these things are out there.

Cat - The commercials lull you in. The reality terrifies you. And P.S. - the skeeball games are way too close to the booths. Can't get a good, solid toss!

ftn - We were there for, let me see, four hours. Yeah. FOUR HOURS. I'd have given up government secrets after being tortured for one hour. And I can kick out a fart joke here and there along with the best of them, mista...

Divine Chaos - ...and I thank you!

Thursday, February 05, 2009 12:13:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

Blissfully - I'll admit to causing people to wonder "Is there any lettuce under that sea of Thousand Island dressing on her plate?" a time or two, but I, too, applaud bacon bits man.

Betsey - And based upon the shaky nature and glassy eyes of some of the kids running around there, I'd say it's high time for an intervention in that place.

Chas - Count your lucky stars for now, but I can't fathom you'll get through your entire parenthood without having to go sometime!

legallyblondemel - In all honesty, I do sympathize with the person who has to don the Chuck suit. That can't be pretty in there.

Meg - We don't have a Dave and Busters, but we do have some kind of big restaurant/gaming place geared for families (mostly adults). At least I think we do. They're a very quietly existing business. I should really check that out, if for no other reason than the lack of Willy Wonkas around.

Claire - When we left, I prayed we'd get through the rest of the school year without any birthday party invitations so I don't have to return!

Shonda - Sometimes you just really fall into blog posts! :)

Lori - I should have known when, about two hours in, I started feeling strangely comfortable around everyone there!

Stacie - Unless someone told me Chuck E. Cheese gave out blocks of gold for every ticket cashed in, I'd never long for such an adventure ever again!

CT Mom - In retrospect, I should have asked for an IV drip of beer.

Laura - You're right! I WISH they'd have a Purell shower mister as you left the place. Genius! Of course, half the time it would likely be out of order...

adbpbt - You can totally be lame over here any time you want!

Ms. Picket - As we drove through the ghetto fabulous parking lot in search of a place, I muttered my disdain for the place enough to perhaps irritate some people in the mini....

Swirl Girl - I don't know that I'd go the rusty tweezer route, but I'd be inclined to go "hmmmmm..." if given the two options!

Sherendipity - This is why I rule the cul de sac, yo.

iMommy - Oh, I don't think you can completely go through parenthood without having to make a trip to Chuck's at some point! It's not official or something!

Fear and Parenting - I KNOW, right?!

Hank - All the makings for a classic fairy tale, eh? :)

Bee - Did your crush remain intact after you saw him in the hairnet, or worse yet, actually working at Chuck's?!

Kelley - No wonder I think Australia is such a magical place! And I thought it was just because you gave me the late, great Michael Hutchence... :)

Eliz - I was at a birthday party at Chuck's with a mother like that last year. You'd have thought Jesus himself was going to come out on stage with the robots and sing...or prove to me that I'd actually died and while I thought I was in heaven, it was just a little 'psyche!' moment instead!

Petra - They should really teach us this stuff in our childbirth classes, don't you think?

Zip n Tizzy - Every once in awhile, I'm willing to take one for the team!

Thursday, February 05, 2009 12:29:00 PM  
Blogger PAPATV said...

As someone who loves Ranch Dressing can I just say


It's so good. Maybe it's the Midwest in me talking.


Thursday, February 05, 2009 5:02:00 PM  
Blogger Trooper Thorn said...

Very funny. I'm going to link this one.

Don't you feel like you need to have 2 showers when you come home from Mr. Cheeze's? One for the grease, and another for the greasy people.

Thursday, February 05, 2009 8:09:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh!! A Gunt! Of course. Around here we call that particular physiological marvel a fupa (Foopah), the lazy man's acronym for "fat upper pussy area". REginal dialects are fun, aren't they?

Glad my kids are (much) older. We don't miss good ol' Chucky's

Thursday, February 05, 2009 9:13:00 PM  
Blogger Therese in Heaven said...

You're a good Mother, FADKOG! :)

Thursday, February 05, 2009 9:14:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

Papa - Us Midwest folk have ranch dressing running through our veins. Hell, I'd bathe in the stuff if it was socially acceptable!

Trooper Thorn - Truly. In fact, for a moment, I had thoughts of bagging up and burning all our clothes, too!

Brian - OMG, I laughed as hard as feasibly possible considering my current state of illness. It was worth the painful coughing fit, to be sure!

Therese - Thank you! I am sure there's a special place in heaven for mothers like us!

Thursday, February 05, 2009 10:14:00 PM  
Blogger Morgan the Muse said...

I have not had the honor to visit Carlos del queso... But I hear it is a real classy place.

Thursday, February 05, 2009 10:43:00 PM  
Blogger Samantha Alice said...

Tim Wilson says it all:


Sunday, February 08, 2009 3:04:00 AM  
Blogger jennyonthespot said...

Lady, lady, lady... You should have emailed before you went - I might have lit candles for you -r somethin'. Almighty!

Uh... bacon bits and ranch! Gah! Selfish man didin't even let you get a picture! Doesn't he know you have a public you need to make fun of him in fron of???


Monday, February 09, 2009 2:20:00 AM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

Morgan - Another great name for the rat's nest! Stay away from it as long as you can!

Samantha Alice - The man speaks the truth.

jenny - It's our shared war stories that bond as parents!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009 9:29:00 AM  

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