Final Exam.

Yesterday my hubby and I went for our belated anniversary dinner as we were both sick last week. It was either going to be yesterday or today and it's a good thing it wasn't today as it turns out the place is closed on Mondays! I still didn't feel completely well yesterday( and I thought I was going to faint) but I made it.

They f*cked it up though.

I ordered my usual spinach cheese dip only it wasn't the same. First of all it came with gross raw onions on top( shown here) which I just took off, easy enough, but then it also tasted different ,too, it tasted wrong; it wasn't the same as usual, and it was also nasty; salty and dry, and I finally figured out why: they changed the cheese! It used to be cheddar and now it's feta. I asked if they changed the recipe and the waitress said they did about 7 months or so ago.

F*ck.

Yuck!

My entire meal was ruined and I'm never going back there again.

I went esp. for that and it was the only thing on their menu I liked.

Doesn't it just figure? My typical "luck."

It also used to be all baked pita wedges and this time it was only a few of them and mostly gross fried ones I didn't even touch and it was so gross I didn't even finish it and I didn't even bring the left-overs home to eat later like I normally would,either. I just left it.

I was NOT a happy camper!

Last year at this time when we were there for our anniversary dinner the food  was good but my mindset wasn't as I was pre-occupied with worry and fear my mother was dying, which she did ,shortly later.

Afterwards since I was already out, we stopped off at the store as I had to get new face cream as it was almost run out and I don't trust my hubby to get the right one and as I was looking on the shelves for it(I did find it, BTW) they were playing Christmas music and that awful song Santa Baby came on and I just absolutely HATE  that song; it's just sooooooo materialistic and selfish and greedy and I can't stand it and always skip over it but I couldn't as I was trapped in the store, almost hostage with no escape, and Beja passed what I called his "Final Exam" as well to see if he's truly come back to me: his reaction when I came back home, to see if he missed me or not: he not only passed but he got an A+! He ran over to me squealing, excited, piddling, running around in circles, tail wagging a mile a minute, jumping up at me, whimpering, etc.

It's just so nice to have him back again!

The other day I also had my hubby pick me up some Baci chocolates( shown here, pronounced Baa-chee)from Italy...only he brought back the dark chocolate one, NOT the one I wanted, asked for, or wrote on the list. If I wanted dark  I would have written down dark on the list! Then he says it was the only one.....well then, if they don't have the right one then you don't get anything; you don't get the wrong thing, and then I go to the store yesterday....and lo,and behold, there they are....dozens of them on the shelf. 

Not so hard to find.

pfffffttttt!

The 31 YR old also came back briefly last night before taking the car and leaving again(it's almost out of gas though which he'll soon discover, ha,ha) and he called Beja, C'mon, lets go upstairs! even though he knows my hubby doesn't want or allow him up there. He's such an asshole.

 Tomorrow is also Christmas Eve Eve, which we've always called Christmas Steve.

 She wishes to be normal in a body that isn’t. -idk