Outside the Box

This will come as a shock to my parents: we went out to dinner last night. All of us. To a restaurant. That requires money for food. This will shock absolutely no one: I had a coupon. But that’s beside the point. Me, High Priestess of Tightwads, the Empress of Frugal Land, the Queen of Cheap, made the decision to forego home (read: cheaper) cooking to let someone else do the job of feeding us for a reasonable (read: still more than I’d like, but oh well) wad of cash (er, plastic, whatever).

Our afternoon was full of surprising behavior. I, not the Hub, took the kids to the park solo. I honestly don’t know how he does this willingly, repeatedly, and still manages to come home with both children and without someone bleeding. He says that’s his workout. After an abrupt end to the excursion (is it even legal for parks to close their only restrooms for 5 days?), we did a little shopping at the sporting goods store, where Sabrina displayed quite the interest in pellet guns. Oh, joy. Then, at dinner, Sammy voluntarily requested – and ate – broccoli, in addition to the pizza, tacos, and pudding available. I mean, sure he usually eats broccoli when it’s put in front of him, but he chose it even with all the other (and more) kid favored options. This is a huge improvement over the boy who summarily dismissed a dinner of chicken and rice (come on, what’s more kid oriented than that?) with nary a sniff 2 days ago. Sabrina, for her part, wolfed down carrots and zucchini, then stole mushrooms off her dad’s plate.

And then I woke up next to Bob Newhart.

Not really, but I half expect to see a very worried bunny running across my lawn today.