Those particular restaurant choices make me think a bunch of pregnant ladies are forcing their husbands to take them out for all you can eat pasta, otherwise, I can’t imagine those three are the top Valentines date destinations.
But then again, as my husband so eloquently wrote about in Tonight We Dine Under The Plastic Crab, I did spend the night of my wedding at Red Lobster, so who am I to talk?
You might think a 39 weeks pregnant woman would be overjoyed at the prospect of dinner at one of the trinity there, but I can’t eat but two bites and I’m full to puking.
And what’s a proper Valentines date without getting totally wasted, arguing with my husband and driving home in silence? Not a proper one, I say! So tonight we’re skipping Olive Garden, Red Lobster and Applebees. And getting wasted, considering my condition.
We’ll just stay home and argue instead. We like to call it: Monday Night.
Happy Valentines Day, everyone!