My Favorite Man on the Planet, Hold the Mush

Today was the first Saturday of the month. My chore chart says that I should have been cleaning my blinds. Later, the beagle would be bathed. This post says that there should be 4 cooks in the kitchen--who are not me--making pancakes.

But 'round midnight yesterday, I poured the last of the milk into my cereal bowl, and that. changed. everything.

My thoughtful Husband decided last night, that he should take us out to breakfast this morning. Breakfast "out" in the land of breakfast tacos is not easy to do. Unless you want, well...breakfast tacos. Which we don't.

But never fear! Husband knows this town better than the rest of us, and is discovering what's new all the time. Recently he discovered an authentic a healthy Mexican bakery. Can you say, "Whole grain Pan dulce?" And adjacent to it, is what turned out to be a lovely, small, quiet, clean bistro.

So, everyone dressed, brushed, and loaded up the van while I locked up since I was the last one out.

Here's what it looks like, ladies, when the mood suddenly strikes you--out of nowhere--to stand waiting for your knight to open the car door after 19 years of marriage.

I laughed so hard!

Here we are settling into the pretty surroundings.

Dumpling thinks this is the best water ever!

Sometimes a mom's gotta just throw herself at the kid who never seems to need a cuddle...

Because, really, deep down--she likes it just fine.

The only shot of Fifi that she didn't specifically beg me not to blog. Because, she's just dignified that way. I mean, have you watched yourself eat lately? It's not a good look...for anyone.

Look! An itty-bitty, widdle spoon...

to eat my ice with...

Got it!

Stop playing with your ice.

Pay the man, Daddy!

This is the owner. He was also our waiter. He was so, so nice, but, like most bilinguals here, he speaks too fast for me. I thought it was pretty funny that when he offered my girls, "blah blah," and I asked, "Excuse me?" he changed over to Spanish. And I understood him.

Right next door, in a moment of parental brilliance, Husband would set us up for a whole day's worth of peck, peck, pecking by buying pan dulce...for tomorrow morning.

You can each pick two.

O.k. Here's where y'all get to think we're nuts. Next stop: a restaurant supply store. No, we don't own or manage a restaurant. We just like to look at their stuff.

Oops! Someone has the hiccups.

I hear the Heimlech is good for that.

Fifi found a sign she'd like to hang in our main bathroom. She's a self-admitted germ-a-phobe; but a cleaner cook you'll never find!

Here is my man driving us home in what we affectionately call, the White Bread Box. It's really a Chevy Venture van. I think he's wondering how much it could really hurt if he jumps out of the car at this speed.

Because the 4 females that he's driving with are all singing at the top of their lungs. But never the same song.

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. But which one?

Too bad for me, I missed the shot of me soaking Husband with the kitchen sink spray nozzle. It's new. And high powered! It shot straight and soaked him at 10 feet, easy. Barely even hit the wood floors. Then he picked up Cuddlebug and used her for a human shield. And she dissolved into a puddle of tears. Because she has no sense of humor at 4 in the afternoon without a nap.

So, for Cuddlebug, I think it only just and appropriate to end the post with this flattering picture.

He really is my favorite man on the planet. 'Cause he can take it. *smooch*