It's Doug's birthday and he chose the Asian Buffet for dinner. This sounded like a good plan to me. Aside from the fact that I'm usually not a big fan of buffets, especially those that are going to send my blood sugar through the roof.
I always feel like I have to make it worth our wallet's while to ... eat. At a buffet. The boys took Toffee over to the dog park because she was needy, and I finished working. Then we all (except Toffee) headed over.
The place was doing a fairly good business. So I thought it was hopefully going to be a good experience.
What should have tipped me off immediately was that it was incredibly inexpensive. Like, super cheap. And the food was not so good. You get what you pay for.
Doug was excited and I can tell when he knows something is not so good, he plays it up like Yay! Alright! This murder hotel is great! That kind of thing.
The hot and sour soup was okay. The broccoli mixed in with the weird chicken was good. I ate a lot of broccoli.
Just kind of overall disappointed in the quality of the food. At least the one chicken finger I ate was hot and crispy and had chicken in it. Not just a husk/shell of crusty crumbly batter.
Oh and the other thing is they didn't have a liquor license, so no mai tai. No scorpion bowl. No suffering bastard.
Hardly a birthday festivus like we're accustomed to.
Doug loves a used bookstore.
It was fun looking around, there was some interesting Civil War stuff, and tons of kids books.
Doug found me and said "I need to go, like, now."
"Okay Bob Belcher," I replied (Bob's Burgers reference. Bob can't poop anywhere other than at home. Whereas his wife can poop anywhere and knows all the good bathrooms in town). "You should go back to the chinese buffet restaurant, return the rental food."
"No, I just feel like I won't make it. We need to go."
We grabbed Geoff and headed back to the car. Got home in time for Doug to rush into the bathroom.
Um. Happy Birthday, honey. I guess?
I felt bad because after the bookstore I wanted to hit the shoe store next door and look for warm socks, maybe boots that are one size bigger than the ones I have had for a lot of years. I wanted to stop into Aldi and get some cake product to celebrate at home for him.
But we were home. Not headed back out.
We can make up for it tomorrow. I'm going to try and go to H's piano recital. He performs at 1:30pm, so I'll be able to get some shit done in the morning, head out, get wine, go see piano man, and get home before they declare a state of emergency before a single flake falls. And get Doug a little cakey cake or something fun.
Doug and Geoff have some work to do around outside to get ready for the storm. Doug didn't go get propane for the gas fireplace, so I hope we're not too late and he can get some from someplace. I wanted him to do it yesterday or today so we could make sure the line is working well, test it, and then it will be ready when we need it - if we need it. We have shovels, we have ice melt, I think the plan is to put one car in the car port (the mini) and back the volvo into the driveway pretty far back. It will make shoveling easier.
In the morning I'll make some fun brekkie sandwiches for us and hit the road by noon.
Some pictures below from our excursion, and then digits.
But sadly, it did not.
and the brown one is Chili and that's mom. Know your kid characters!)
Why they're hanging out on a shelf in the bookstore, I do not know.
If you are a certain age, you recognize these...
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. treadmill, 30 min/1.97 mi. If I just went 5 min more... 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
7:15am: 103
4:30pm: 113
10:30pm: 120
food & meds:
7:15am: jardiance+phentermine
12:30pm: roast beef and medium cheddar on english muffin
1:30pm: met+glip
5pm: a bunch of tiny wee chocolate donuts
6:30pm: chines food buffet
8:30pm: met+glip
no wine/beer
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