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In case you've been on the absolute edge of your seat about yesterday (let's be honest, no one was): around 5:30ish, Mom decided we WERE going out. Y'know, about the time I'd decided "I'd rather stay home and be crampy with the cat." The Boy (my brother) was bent out of shape because we didn't let him know earlier, I guess? Dude, you knew before I did, k? I was going to mention it to him the night before, but he said he'd call back and then never did. I guess I could have sent a text, but what would it have said? "Might go to dinner tonight, might not. Up to Mom and she hasn't said anything yet." I... okay. Next year, I guess I'll go that route.

Mom laid out the places she was okay with and I knocked Ruby Tuesday off because a friend recently went there and overheard some less than fantastic things about their cleanliness. Widget knocked off a few places and I decided fuck it, I want croutons from Outback. Yes, I made the decision based on croutons. Also the potato and steak, really. Mom lets the boy know and he declines because he's broke. I offer to pay for anything non alcoholic ( a- he'd be driving and b-booze ain't cheap) and he passes. I don't know if it was a spite thing or he didn't want to go, or he wanted to be alone or what. I did try and get him to reconsider because I don't think he should've been alone yesterday, but it's also possible he turned us down because he had a lady over.

Dinner was basically seventeen kinds of awkward.

I am not the most social of people. If you get me good and engaged, I will nerd out over things and I'm pretty good at encouraging other people to nerd out over things, but when you throw me into a situation where there are a zillion people all around me, I get panicky. Mix that in with the earlier anxiety attack that was bubbling under and you have a recipe for a not super chatty me.

I was the most social person at the table. This includes Widget who is frequently super gregarious and adorable in public and Mums who used to be able to fake it so well I didn't realize it was faking it. Nope. Widget sulked when he thought his father was coming and then sulked when he wasn't. Turns out he thought the boy would bring Widget's phone. Dude, no. He grounded you from that and it's not likely he'll unban you two days in. Just... no. So anytime anyone at the restaurant talked to us, they'd just kind of either not answer or half answer. In Mum's defense, it was super busy and super loud, so she might not have heard some of it. Also, I get a little paranoid so maybe she wasn't as prickly as I perceived her to be.

In any given social situation, I should not be the strongest link. It's just not a good sign. It is, in fact, a sign of the apocalypse.

I'd like to say the food more than made up for the sulking from Widget, but it didn't. My steak was pretty tasty, and the cheese fries were good (Widget was super insulted that they didn't have more bacon) but the potato was meh on the inside and disgusting on the outside, and they didn't leave off the chives even though it was the ONLY special request made by anyone at our table regarding our orders. :( They skimped on the croutons and they took our bread board away and didn't bring it back until Mom snipped at our actual server like she was magically supposed to know that the girl who brought us our food promised to bring another loaf. (Don't get between Mom and her bread. Just don't.) Mom's rice side was so gross she took one bite and said nope, and Widget, well, not fond of his wings. I dunno, it just... it wasn't a great visit. But it fucking cost a fortune. Jesus.
And I still want croutons.

Maybe it was the lack of the boy, maybe it was just one of those things.


On the plus side, for my mini vacation, I did manage to get a good chunk of the downstairs cleaned and it's been nice not having to be a slave to my alarm clock.


Toy wise: AG is having a sale on their Truly Me dolls. You pick one of the two special collections (one has the purple winter outfit/accessories/pet and the other has the salon chair/accessories/) and then you pick your doll. They say it's 25% off and I'm not willing to do the math. You also get free shipping. If I liked the outfit more, I'd be a little tempted. I wonder, if you had one of the catalog codes still, if you could apply it to this.

But I've basically used up my new AG doll space for the moment (possibly the year) when I bought Lea last week. I'm hoping she arrives today, but while everyone else seemed to get FedEx proper, I got them handing it over to the USPS and we all know my mailman is awful. He managed to mangle the mail yesterday even though nothing about it was difficult. How do you suck so much at your job and still have it? Sigh.

I do need to go through my TRU boxes to make sure they sent the right things.


And now I'm super sleepy. Again. That's the problem with trying to sleep through the pain. If it doesn't work, then you wake up and take pain meds and when they kick in, suddenly you're tired. Which, I fear, is what happened here.

Lea descends

Lea's here and she brought along with her Addy's lunch and Maryellen's School Outfit. (The purple one.) Rebecca's holiday outfit is on backorder, so yes, I did get to play my game. ;)

( Crappy cell shot. )

She does not look angry. :/ She does not look evil. I know it's a crappy cellphone shot, but still. If anything, that should enhance the evil.


I took her out of her confines to see if maybe not having her hair in a net would help and she promptly bit me, so there's that. (The neck piece that holds them in their boxes securely stabbed me.) She looks a little less bland but more... confused. I dunno. I wanted hardcore evil or at least evil adjacent.

I will say that putting her next to Grace1 was a bit of a shock. She seems smaller and Grace is not one of the linebacker types so... we'll see. I do need to remember to look and make sure they included her goodies in her box. Oh, and she's definitely medium skin toned despite looking a little pale. Where did I put the camera...