Dang it!

Not fair, Not Fair, NOT FAIR!!!

Wesley went to the Bonefish Grill this evening with his dad and Woodrow, and he TRIED to bring me back a nice dinner. (Note: If he hadn't suddenly sprung his going-out-with-his-dad plans on me, I was going to make roast beef and real yeast rolls for dinner, which would have been a totally fabulous and completely scrumptious meal, because I'm not a bad cook.)

Stupid Bonefish Grill soaked my salad with dressing (EW! who *does* that???), and then they packed it smack in the middle of four hot entree boxes, which effectively COOKED the overdressed salad -- sliiiiiiiiimy and hot, ew, ew, ew!!!

AND -- not only did they steam my crabcakes, but they totally forgot to put any lemon with it. The whole thing was entirely inedible -- and the worst part was, I was the only one who got screwed. *Everyone* else got exactly what they wanted, exactly the way they wanted it.

I didn't get anything. I ran out to stupid Krystal -- twenty frickin' miles away -- and got stupid Krystals for dinner. Guess what? The fries were burnt and cold. They didn't have Diet Dr. Pepper (although the Krystal's in Athens has it).

Now, I know that once upon a time (about four hundred years ago) cooked salads were all the rage. But then again, that was also a time period during which lice infestations were just a fact of life. Frankly, we're better off with crisp, cool salads and louse-free scalps. I'm just sayin'. Is all. Civilization is supposed to mean I get a decent salad and hot, crunchy crabcake with lemon for dinner. Isn't it? I mean, am I wrong about that?

No, I didn't think so. It's just NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!

I swear, tomorrow, I want wok-seared lamb from P.F. Chang's, and I am not taking "I don't feel like driving that far" for an answer!

As God is my witness, I shall never go hungry-- ... Whoops, sorry, I got carried away there. A bit. That line is better uttered against a dark sunset backdrop, anyway.