Tuesday, March 18, 2014


The problem with inviting your parents out to dinner after you've already been married for two years is they start thinking you will be making an announcement at said dinner.
Or at least my dad has hit that phase.
I get emails from Olive Garden (because I'm addicted and I have a problem) and right now they have an amazing deal going on; $9.99 for unlimited soup and salad (as per usual, big deal), pasta entree, and dessert. And they don't skimp on the entrees. It's a lot of food. Glorious food. When I went with my gal pals this past Saturday I got the Zuppa Toscana, Cavatappi pasta with Spicy Diavolo sauce, and the Salted Caramel Tiramisu. The soup was a little thin and the potatoes a tad overdone for my taste but very savory and not too spicy. The Spicy Diavolo was very flavorful and had plenty to go around. It was especially tasty with the breadsticks. But then again that could just be the heavenly breadsticks. I'll eat those all. day.
The Salted Caramel Tiramisu was divine and I basically licked the plate clean after I stuck some of it away because I'm a good wife and keep leftovers for my husband.
Then yesterday when I went with my parents I copied the same meal Allie got when we went on the weekend; Chicken and Gnocchi soup (never get anything else, it's amazing and creamy and there are dumplings, who doesn't love dumplings, and omg dipping the breadsticks in it is like salvation and I'm exaggerating but not very much), Cavatappi again but with the Creamy Sun-dried Tomato sauce, which was also so extremely good I ate way too much of it and hardly saved any for my lunch today. I added the sausage meatballs which was an excellent choice.
My dad has issues making decisions when it comes to food, so he was going to order last. Mark went first and ordered the Tour of Italy, I made my order and then my mom just said, "Give me what she said."
The waitress looked at my dad and he hesitated, staring at the menu then said, "Me too."
Made it easy for the server when he brought the food out. Figure out where the Tour of Italy goes, and then three exactly identical dishes.
Come dessert time however, I got the Chocolate Mousse, Dad got the plain Tiramisu, and my mom ordered the Salted Caramel Tiramisu. Dad wouldn't shutup about the Tiramisu and kept shoving forkfuls in mine and Mark's face, forcing us to try some as it was "the best thing [he] ever ate in his life." Although completely warranted cuz that stuff was delish.
When our waitress brought the check he flustered her by proclaiming, "Best stuff I ever ate...that's how much I get out."
She didn't quite know what to make of him the entire meal.
In any case, we were discussing the amazing insurance benefits at Mark's job and how we're trying to stay with this company until we start having children and my dad interrupts saying,
"So that's not why we're here??" and then motions as if speaking to the waiter, "check please!"
My mom later told me that on the way to dinner he was acting giddy and absolutely sure we were gonna announce that we're pregnant. But moms always know what's up and she shot down the idea.
Now all I wanna do is spontaneously go out to dinner with them at fancier and fancier places and just wig him out. And then one day we'll go to McDonalds for lunch and I'll buy him a kids meal or something stupid.
Heh heh.

I honestly don't know how I'll go about announcing our first pregnancy. I'm so bad at keeping secrets. My heart is on my sleeve and my face is an open book. It's my curse. Also I'm addicted to social media. I'm basically doomed.


  1. Amazing. All of this. So. Amazing. And I'm going to Olive Garden like tomorrow.