How’s Dasher doing? He’s 100%. He’s back to himself. On his last check up since the incidents, he weighed in at 17 pounds. That’s right as his typical weight. He managed to gain so much weight back. It probably helps that we’re feeding him canned food twice a day. For years all he got was dry food. Then we went to once a day and now he gets it twice a day. Lucky little spoiled dog.
The other day I decided to vacuum.
We did the usual Augusta trip this weekend. We packed the night before. Went to work. After work, I picked up Dasher then Jim. We stopped at Publix, ate subs, arrived in Augusta, unpacked the car, took a late night refreshing swim, went to bed.
On Saturday we had brunch (with mimosas) at the Marriott’s restaurant, Augustino’s. Unfortunately we neglected to ask the price of the mimosas. They were $8 each. That’s a lot of money for a champagne flute of orange juice and champagne. Yes, I know it can only be called champagne if it’s from that part of France, blah blah. Whatever.
At dinner, we went to a neighboring campsite for a huge BBQ. Burgers, hotdogs, frozen drinks, etc. Yum. We had a great time socializing.
Sunday we went out for lunch and then packed up and hit the road for Charlotte. We went to Zapatas Mexican restaurant; it was our first visit. Jim said he’s had better veggie burritos elsewhere. He also asked the server what veggies were in it and she named 3. There were more like 6 in there. I got steak fajitas. I’m on a never-ending quest to find good fajitas. Believe it or not, my favorite comes from Chili’s. Why is that? The fajitas here had a nutmeg/cinnamon taste to it. I didn’t really care for it. Then, oh wait, then, there was a family behind me. A 1-2 year old with lungs capable of shrieking at decibels only people in foreign countries should be able to hear. She would start crying, then shriek. She’d stop. 2 minutes later, same thing. This happened over and over. It made my meal terrible. I gave the parents the stink eye several times but it did nothing. I’m not usually a blog-curser but…
Take your fucking screaming, shrilling, whiny, shrieking children out of the restaurant. Beat them, put a bag over their head, a pillow over their face, I don’t care. Practice your shitty “don’t pay attention and it will stop” parenting skills in the privacy of your own home. Is your meal enjoyment more important than mine or the other’s there? I think not. You suck. Next time I will say something even if you’re bigger than me.
PS: I hope you choke on a burrito and your shrilling daughter gets pregnant at 14.
So when I went to Zapata’s website, it said “Sundays, kids eat free!” If only I had went to the website prior to our visit…