I had a run in on Friday night. At around 11 p.m. I wasn't looking my best. In fact, I was wearing a pair of tattered black sweat pants that may have fully reached my ankles when I was thirteen years old {yes, I still have them because they are pefectly "worn in" by being washed at least three thousand and eight-four times - they are drawstring too by the way so they "give" if ya know what I mean and were large when I first got them one winter eons ago}. Anyhow, I had an impulse to leave the house Friday night - even though it was late. Very late. But the husband was in tow so I wasn't alone. When I got in the car he took one look at my hair {partially lumped up in a clip} and glanced at those tattered sweat pants and with a "don't take it personal because I love you" kind of laugh said, "um yeah, you're not getting out of the car". Did he just not-so-subtedly say he would be embarrased if he was seen with me? I let it slide...because afterall, he cut his movie short {with just 20 minutes left until the end} to take me to meet an acquaintance that I haven't had the pleasure of laying eyes on in a while...
The Blackout Cake at The Cheesecake Factory.
Yep. At 11:oo p.m. we got out of bed and drove about 7 miles to The Cheesecake Factory to fulfill a sudden pregnancy craving that just wouldn't go away. What a husband I have.
I stayed in the car while he went inside to get me the deepest, richest chocolate cake that I was yearning to delve into. Remembering his comment that I basically looked "tore up from the floor up {wow - how long has it been since you heard that?} I suppressed my urge to hop out of the car and declare to every by passer, "I'm with THAT guy....yep HIM...he's my HUSBAND!!". However, I couldn't chance him holding my chocolate cake hostage so I remained buckled in the car as instructed. Besides, it was a little windy out and I didn't want my hair to get ruined. Afterall, I spent all of three seconds putting it in that clip.
And those sweatpants...they just went in the wash for their three thousand and eight-fifth time. They will likely never see retirement.
Yep. At 11:oo p.m. we got out of bed and drove about 7 miles to The Cheesecake Factory to fulfill a sudden pregnancy craving that just wouldn't go away. What a husband I have.
I stayed in the car while he went inside to get me the deepest, richest chocolate cake that I was yearning to delve into. Remembering his comment that I basically looked "tore up from the floor up {wow - how long has it been since you heard that?} I suppressed my urge to hop out of the car and declare to every by passer, "I'm with THAT guy....yep HIM...he's my HUSBAND!!". However, I couldn't chance him holding my chocolate cake hostage so I remained buckled in the car as instructed. Besides, it was a little windy out and I didn't want my hair to get ruined. Afterall, I spent all of three seconds putting it in that clip.
And those sweatpants...they just went in the wash for their three thousand and eight-fifth time. They will likely never see retirement.
10 comments:
The sad part? When I read "tore up from the floor up" I totally read it as "to' up from the flo' up". I mean, what other way is there to say it? :-) And that cheesecake looks amazing!
LOVE the Cheesecake Factory! You do have the sweetest hubby. Enjoy every second with him before Ilah gets here.
ahahah mmm that cake looks so worth it ;)
Haahaa! I don't have a baby in tow but great husbands always do whatever it takes to make you happy!!!
what a sweet husband!!!!!
This is a great story!! Definitely needs a place in the Baby Book ;-) xoxo
I'm not even pregnant and I'd send Clay to Cheesecake Factory any day or time. That's a great craving to have.
That's my FAVORITE restaurant, as cheesy as it may sound
So sweet! Luckily, I haven't had one of these moments yet, but I have a feeling that Grant might not be so cooperative! :)
You are so blessed! I need a piece of that cake! XO
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