Friday night dinner with Mom, and the weekend.

Denise and I took Mom out to eat Friday night. It was Mom's turn to pick the place, and pay. That's how we keep from fightin' over the check every week. It works out fine.

We haven't been to the Olive Garden in ages. Mom loves it. Truth be told, so do I, but we usually get our Italian food at a few other spots in town. There's better places around here, more authentic feeling than the OG. But the salad and bread sticks are wonderful, so we always enjoy ourselves.



Denise went for the Chicken Marsala; Sautéed chicken breasts in a savory sauce of mushrooms, garlic and Marsala wine. Served with Tuscan potatoes and bell peppers.



We were all slobberin' over the picture of the Mixed Grill; Skewers of grilled marinated steak and chicken with a rosemary demi-glace, served with grilled vegetables and Tuscan potatoes. It's new in the menu. Mom decided to be the guinea pig.



I was torn over several dishes, but decided to go with an old favorite... The Seafood Alfredo; Sautéed shrimp and scallops tossed with creamy fettuccine alfredo. I've loved this dish for years. It's always good.

We killed two bins of salad between us, and then the main dishes arrived. The camera came out, and my womens both became bashful.



Witness protection program.



No doubt about it. God knows what they did, but nether one wants their picture taken. Makes ya wonder who yer really livin' with.



After the OG, it was back to Mom's place and a slice of her fresh pecan pie.



We relax in her bedroom, which she has set up as a den. back when Dad was alive, he spent most of his time in the kitchen watching his TV, and Mom stayed in here watching hers. Her bedroom is still set up that way, though dad's TV and chair are gone, replaced by a nice flat screen TV mom watches when she's in the kitchen.



Inevitably, one of her cats will jump up and want some lovin'. They provide her with a lot of love, and she gives back in triplicate.

Saturday, Denise and I slept in and were lazy all day. by the evening, nether of us were in the mood to go out. We hadn't had a pizza night in a while, so I called the Pizza palace here in town and ordered a large double decker.



It had ham, sausage, pepperoni and mushrooms, with extra cheese. I think there's a little left in the fridge, but it's not long for this world. The make the best pizza in town, hands down. There's something about their crust. It's just wonderful.

Sunday, yep, more lazy layin' around. By dinner time we were thinkin' about goin' out, then Denise asked me if a patty melt from Whataburger sounded good to me. Maybe you've seen the commercial?



I got down there to the drive-up window and found out they've stopped offering them. Couldn't believe it. They're a seasonal thing I guess. They only put them on the menu for a short time.

I told the girl in the window, "That's like handin' free Crack out at a school and then cuttin' folks off. It's just WRONG!" She laughed, then said "Yea, I love 'em too." Question is, why the hell do they pull shit like this?

We ended up with the new Grilled Chicken Melt; A grilled chicken breast, layered with melted Monterey Jack cheese, grilled bell peppers and onions, on a freshly toasted wheat bun, fries and one big chocolate shake that we shared.

That's it folks. That was our weekend. We rented a few movies too, but that's gonna wait for another post. This morning, Denise went off to work while I relaxed in from of this thing and then went back to bed. Spring Break. Cheers!