My brother is having a baby. Well, HE’S not having the baby, his wife Liz is, but you know what I mean. I’m sure he’ll be a great dad. I already know he’ll teach his child the following musts:
-Underwear can also make a cool hat
-It’s OK to act like a child
-The only baseball team to root for is the
San Francisco Giants
-Running with scissors may not be a good thing.
-One must always wear shoes in the garage.
Today I made out at the various food establishments I frequented. As stated in my previous post, I received free carrot cake from my favorite Starbucks. For dinner, Andrea and I perused our book of coupons that we bought from a neighborhood kid to fund his class trip to Disneyland and settled on a Mexican restaurant that we had not tried before.
There were three coupons all of the “buy one, get one free” variety. One coupon for a free taco, one for a burrito and a third for a quesadilla. In the end, we could not agree on what we wanted so we ended up ordering one of each and, of course, getting our free second of each item. Ordering was kind of confusing but I thought the girl behind the counter understood what we wanted and she dutifully took our coupons.
When we arrived home, we found we had two tacos, two burritos and FOUR steak quesadillas. While I feel a bit guilty for getting this extra food, I’m psyched that I won’t have to cook for the rest of the weekend.
By the way, carrot cake after steak quesadillas is not as bad as you’d think.
I am on a first name basis with my local Starbucks baristas. I’m like Norm on Cheers except I don’t have anything witty to say back when they all look up and say “Hi Matt” as I enter the shop. I really enjoy this bit of personal attention and today it got even better.
After ordering my usual drink (Tall Java Chip Frappucino – it used to be a Chocolate Brownie Frap but they changed it on me), the young lady asked me if I wanted some carrot cake with that. When I declined, claiming that I had just ate, she said – “No, it’s on the house, I’ll put it in a bag for you – Because you’re such a nice guy.”
Nice guys may finish last but at least they have carrot cake to eat.