Zombie Ahead

Having just woken from a drug induced sleep I feel like a zombie. As much as I love Zombies I don't have any wish to be one. I couldn't sleep last night and decided at 2am to take some NyQuil. It knocked me out completely and now I'm finding it hard to stay awake. So, if I drift off writing about something totally intangible blame Vicks not me. 

Saturday afternoon my sons suggested we go out for supper. So, after debating a few restaurants we all decided on a personal favourite of ours Las Palapas. We just love Mexican food. The only negative hubby aka The Doomsayer decides he wants to come. Normally he never ventures off his couch .He lies there all weekend with occasional leg stretches for bathroom breaks. All meals have to be served to him there otherwise he'd starve to death.

 I told my sons they could drive my new car. They were like kids at Christmas. They had my sunroof open, programmed my wifi in the car to their phones, they must of flicked through every channel on Sirius radio. I watched with fascination not wanting to admit that old mama didn't know she could do all those things on her car. Doomsayer was getting irritated in the car because they kept changing channels. Then he didn't like where they parked. The boys just shrugged their shoulders and took off to the restaurant leaving me to cox him out of his tantrum and get him out of the car. We ordered food and my son ordered for him since he wouldn't open the menu. The only time he showed interest was when the waitress asked if he wanted beer. I could feel my stress level rising and thought what the heck I'm not driving and ordered a Mexican Mudslide. Oh my goodness that was a good drink. Very potent but just went down so smooth. My food was delicious. Burrito with refried  beans and rice. Doomsayer actually ate his food but spent the whole time complaining about everything else. So, summing my evening up. Fantastic food shame about the company.

I know my blog readers probably think I'm mean when I talk about Doomsayer. But, remember don't judge someone by the page you walk into on their life. You don't know what transpired before that page to get them there. ( The exception to my above statement being db who has known me long enough that he's lived through many pages of my life ).