Remember my disorder that many of you admitted to sharing with me?  Well today it flared up bad and attacked me when I was vulnerable.  Here’s how lunch went down.  

First off we ended up in a very crowded Puckett’s Grocery for lunch where we juggled the three boys for fifteen minutes while waiting for a table.  Once we were seated I didn’t have much time too look at the menu and all of the sudden my stupid allergic to everything face decided to have a nose bleed again.  Neat.  Here I am in a crowded restaurant scrambling for napkins and looking around for the bathroom.

After that fiasco I got back to the table just in time for the waitress to show up and ask what I wanted.  Crap!  Now what am I supposed to do?  I looked at the menu and since Puckett’s is sort of a “meat and three” place, that’s what I said.  

“Meat and three.”

She pointed at a chalkboard across the room and asked me what kind of meat and what kind of three.  ”What? No Fair!! A second menu?!!”

I started reading the chalkboard and said the first things that I saw.

“Smoked chicken, turnip greens, mashed potatoes, and squash casserole.”

What the crap?!  Why would I ever eat any of that?  Ever since I was old enough to eat chicken I have never been able to eat meat off of a bone and this particular cooking style (smoked) made the chicken taste like it had been dropped in a campfire for ten minutes, then pulled out and then given to me on a plate.  I politely ate my mashed potatoes and then shared Kristin’s salad.  

I think we have decided that Kristin is ordering for me from now on.  I’ve had better lunch experiences.