tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736389662297206631.post-24804522880165741882008-10-01T20:37:00.004-05:002008-10-01T20:49:30.378-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SOQl8Gm6QLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fA11mX-odOQ/s1600-h/firstcutson_10_01_08a.jpg"></a><br /><br />The husband called around 4 pm saying something about being hungry. Oh, yea, cooking meals is part of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SAHM</span> duties, or I mean blessings. Haven't been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rockin</span>' that blessing boat this week. So, I suggested we go out w/ the kids. We rarely go out to eat w/ the kids and so we thought a new place on Main St might be fun. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">restaurant</span> is this old rehabbed bank made into a bistro. And, must still be a bank because the only thing I can say about the place is that they take a lot of your money. And, keep it. And, don't give you anything resembling a decent meal in return. Seriously, 9 bucks for a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hoagie</span> bun with chopped greens on top of cooked <em>sliced</em> grilled chicken, that was not fresh and straight from the freezer. The shredded greens and chicken were falling out of the bun.<br /><br />So, after our meal. We walked a block down the road to my hair salon and asked for a little boy haircut. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252364779917033650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SOQl8Gm6QLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fA11mX-odOQ/s400/firstcutson_10_01_08a.jpg" border="0" /><br />Stay tuned for the after picture. So cute.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736389662297206631-2480452288016574188?l=blogversary.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogversarynoreply@blogger.com1