Red Lobster

After the excitement of Sunday morning, you would think things at my house would calm down. Uh..not hardly. Monday morning about 2am, Moma heard someone knocking on her door, so she got up to check that out. I got her back in the bed. No sooner had I laid down, Kerry heard her in the kitchen. He got up and blasted her. He escorted her back to her room. In no less than 20 minutes, she was up again. Kerry really let her have it this time. He threatened to lock her door so she would "never get out" as he put it. Needless to say, this was her last adventure.
I awoke about 7ish with plans to wear her out so she would sleep. I got her up at 8:00 (ignoring all the protests), fed her breakfast. She tried sleeping at the table. I kept talking loud to her and making noise so she couldn't sleep. Finally, I let her go back to her room to lie down for a few minutes, but told her she would have to get dressed to go out with me. She argued, I ignored. I got her up about 10:00, and told her to get dressed. Some day I will write down the ritual of the getting dressed routine. It is unbelievable.
We loaded up in the car (the whole way out the door she argued that it was too cold, and she needed to go back in). I did some running around, and allowed her to sit in the car and wait. Then we met Rebekah at Red Lobster for lunch. There was a wait, so this is always a chance for her to act up (and she did). Some kind folks got up and let her sit down. Two ladies with small children came in. The older one (assuming grandmother, but very young) had the diaper bag. Moma pointed at her and said, "Look at that! I wouldn't be caught dead carrying something like that. That is ridiculous". I leaned over and said, "Shhhh! What are you talking about?" She said, "Look!" and pointed again. "Moma! That is a diaper bag." She thought it was the lady's purse.
Then we were seated, and poor Arnold was our waiter. He did not know what to think of the princess. She looked at Rebekah and said, "If I had the money, I'd eat out all during Christmas! Reckon I could find an old man who'd have me? Aww...after we'uz married, he'd say I don't want to go out". Rebekah and I almost had to be carted out. Arnold, God love him, probably thought we were laughing at him.