After Honig was all done with school and clinic, we decided to "splurge" and go to Osaka Steak House and split a dinner. That's how we roll. We almost never ever get our own entrees because it just doubles the price and 1 meal is usually more than enough to fill up 2 tummies. Anyways, the food was delish and our chef was oh-so-talented with his fires he would start and his flinging food everywhere and catching it behind his back.
I bought him Brisingr, a book he had wanted, but we ended up taking it back because Dean's mom had just told him not to buy it if he hadn't already because she was going to bring out his brother's copy of it when she flies out after Peanut is born. Hey, we'll take it, that saved us $16. Thanks Mom!!
" Ummm, a speederboard? Thanks Chelle." I used it as a filler to throw him off....
...For his glider airplanes! I don't know why he loves 'em but he does.
We don't eat Bugles. We eat Buslegs.
Mmmmmm, firey food.
Lovin' the show.
But lovin' him most of all.
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