We went to the most romantic Mexican restaurant.
Alright stop laughing.
As I pointed out to The Greatest, there is no such thing as a romantic Mexican restaurant.
Simply doesn't exist.
No room for drippy mood setting candles when you've got salsa and a big basket of hot greasy tortilla chips taking up the table top. Dining on refried beans and all those raw onions in the pico de gallo just don't make you feel like kissing. Bloat inducing deep fried burritos will never be viewed as sexy couple food. But seeing how it was his birthday he got to choose the restaurant. And if truth be told, this little hole in the wall Mexican restaurant is my favorite place to eat too, so it's all good.
We sat by the window and got to watch the tweakers come and go from the liquor store across the street. Being married to a cop means you get lectures on how to spot the signs of who is actively using, and who is just hung over.
Romantic.
I found it amusing that the liquor store also sells hot coffee. Wonder how much business that brings in. It might be more than you think because they've taken the time to install a neon sign proclaiming that they sell hot coffee. You never can tell about these things.
See. Romance was in the air.
We marked the occasion with a photo.
I didn't say it was a good photo, but it is a photo. I've got to teach my 12 year old to work a camera properly.
After our date we cuddled up on the couch and I decided it was time for the man to pick a knitting pattern so I could knit him a sweater. I thought with the Ravelry data base, surely the man would be able to find something he liked.
I thought wrong.
Using the pattern search I put in pullover (because he doesn't like cardigans), has photo, knitting, exclude purchase in print (for ease of getting my hands on the pattern)adult, and male.
Ravelry spit out seventeen pages of pattern suggestions. Five hundred and eighty patterns.
FIVE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY PATTERNS PEOPLE!
Yet, tragically, the Greatest was unable to find a single pattern that perfectly replicates the sweater his deceased Grandmother bought him for Christmas 12 years ago.
And he couldn't pick a different sweater because that is just crazy talk.
That sound?
That rhythmic pounding sound?
Don't be alarmed. That's just me pounding my head against the wall.
I've decided the man does not deserve to have me knit a sweater for him.
DOES NOT DESERVE IT!
No Weasley sweater for The Greatest this year. Or Ever. NEVER EVER PEOPLE.
In other knitting news, I didn't get any work done on my socks Wednesday.
I made up for it Thursday.
One more owl and a toe to go!
4 comments:
Oh, I have the solution to that. Try to guess, fake and design your way through the sweater his grandmother got him and just after you finish it...you will run across the pattern. It's like magic.
Funniest post!! I love love love those socks, they are amazing. I also love Mexican food, so skipping the romantic dinner for chips and salsa is just fine in my book.
Those socks are seriously BEAUTIFUL!
Wow those owl socks are amazing!! Your romantic meal sounds hilarious and almost as romantic as mine with my husband. Sometimes I think just shhh then I can listen to the words in the head that you could be saying to me rather than the random dull that you are telling me ;)
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