Yummy in my tummy

I am taking my boyfriend, Anthony, out to dinner tonight. I know, isn't he the one that should be taking me out? Nope, this is a treat for him for simply being him. When I used to have a job we would go out to eat all the time taking turns paying. Well for the past year, he's always had to pay. Needless to say, it's my turn.

We're going to a place called Cheddar's. I LOVE IT. However, now I have to pick from a sandwich and this yummy veggie plate. The only reason I want their veggie plate is because I am madly in love with their broccoli and cheese casserole. But, I can probably get that as a side with my sandwich. My stomach is already happy about this idea.

Since I worked a weird shift yesterday, I was unable to eat dinner. So, I am going to make an insane omlet and get ready for another, less weird, shift.

But first, I do love my job. But yesterday was a terrible day. The AC in our hours went out. Well upon getting home mother and sisters start babying my father because he had to fix it. He was outside for ten minutes, I know this because I was at the ninety degree house from six am to noon. No one cared that I was there because they thought I was at work, why? Because my dad said I worked nine to five, but I said I worked four to ten. They assumed he was right. Then at work I had to work four to ten which then turned into four to eleven thirty with no lunch break. At home I had been unable to eat because the heat was making me sick. Why didn't I leave? Because my dork father took my car, and his keys. Unlike his key chain, mine only has the keys to my car and no other. So I was left with my keys and his car, doesn't work. After my shitty shift I come home and my parents had gotten Chinese, but none for me. Coming home at midnight does not mean I want to cook, it means I want to re heat something to eat. But no, they did not think to get me anything.

I went to bed pissed off and hungrier than I have ever been. But I feel great now.

Now for the omelet.