Grumpy is My Middle Name

So, I've been in a bit of a funk the past couple days.  Just a bit doomy and gloomy.  In addition to my foul mood, I was hungry.  I don't do well hungry.  In fact, one could argue that I shut down when I'm hungry.  Nate was late getting home to take me out, so things weren't off to a great start.  

Luckily we've been married long enough and he finds humor in my grumpiness and he always manages to make me laugh.  Well, he wanted to try this new place that opened up down the street from us.  I hate always being the non-adventurus joy kill, so I said that we could go.  

Now, I've got pretty good spidey senses when it comes to things like this.  Actually it's not really that hard.  This little town in not known for having any good restaurants and we've had some of our worst experiences in this town.  But, Nate was feeling daring.  Even though I was starving and the possibility of going out and still not being able to eat seemed more than my mood was capable of, he talked me into this little adventure.  

We pull in.  There are 3 cars.  Not a good sign.  We venture in.  We get some chips and salsa brought to the table.  Nate took one bite and started laughing.  Before he said anything I knew what he was laughing at because the salsa had the distinct look of pace picante.  He admitted at this point that this was not looking good and probably a bad idea.

Everything about this meal was terrible.  I wanted to go all restaurant reality show crazy on the people that worked there.  I don't know how you mess up a tortilla, but most assuredly, it is possible and the stuffed sopapilla was raw dough.  Nate sent the first plate back, got a second one and it was cooked worse than the first (with probably the addition of the chef's spit). Everything just left a weird aftertaste in the mouth.

Nate just thought the whole thing was hilarious.  He kept taking bites of his food even though he didn't like it and trying to convince me to do the same as part of my training to go on a mission.  No thank you.  I will suck it up when I have to.  I refuse to waste calories on nastyness!

I just marvel at who decides to open up a business.  Like, who tells people that their food is good and should own a restaurant?  Are there enough people that can't cook that are willing to pay for a subpar meal?  I don't get it.

When we left the restaurant we went and picked up some ice cream to take home to the kids.  To finish my grumpy night off I decided to torture my son.  (I buttered him up with his favorite ice cream first) He hates it when I make him submit to my will to pick his zits.  I laid him out on the kitchen table where the lighting was perfect for such a fun filled activity.  He fights me the entire time, but I'm persistent.  I just reminded him of all the stories he could tell his mission companions and his children about his crazy mother.

We had a funny conversation about me being a dictator.  Jared's contention was that I was the same as people who think you can force people to eat healthy.  I explained to him that I didn't force him to wash his face.  The consequence of him not washing it was suffering through me picking at it.  No loss of agency, only a consequence to his agency that he used in not washing his face.  Boo-yah!

Oh the fun that can be had.... even when you're grumpy :0)