February 1, 2005.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ What the hell is “California cuisine”? They’ve been building a restaurant around the corner from us, and we had heard that it was going to be an Olive Garden, which had us both pretty excited because we like Olive Garden, but not enough to drive alllll the way into Huntsville to eat there. It’s nearing completion and I drove by it yesterday to find out that it’s not going to be an Olive Garden at ALL, but that it’s going to be a Silver Point Restaurant, and under the name of the restaurant it says “California cuisine.” I don’t know what “California cuisine” is, but I suspect (no offense, Californians) that it involves a plate fancily decorated with some kind of sauce, a lettuce leaf atop the sauce, and a single shrimp atop the lettuce leaf. And that they’ll charge $88 for it. There’s no information online at all about any Silver Point Restaurant, so I guess it’s not a chain. I imagine that “California cuisine” might be a bit more froufy than the area calls for. Yes, we live in a very yuppie city, but judging by the line I see by the barbeque place, a line that goes across the parking lot and usually down the highway a little, tastes ’round here run more to good ol’ southern food than California cuisine. I could be wrong, though. It could turn out to be a smashing success, especially since I really don’t know what California cuisine IS. I have a suspicion that the restaurant will go out of business in a year or less. And then maybe Olive Garden will buy the building and set up shop!

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Fred’s toe (read about it here, if you don’t know what’s going on with it) has gotten even more swollen than it was. If you look at his toe from the end, you can see the toenail lifting up. “We should pop my toe like a zit, to relieve the pressure!” he started saying last night. And, “I should melt a hole in my toenail to relieve the pressure!” And “Damn my toe hurts. I’m going to drill a hole in my toenail!” Every time he said something about his toe, I had to flail around and curl my toes and be grossed out, because the thought of popping it like a zit? YUCK. The thought of him trying to melt a hole in the toenail and pushing a little too hard and putting a hole in his toe? UGH. The thought of him trying to drill a hole through his toenail and pushing a little too hard and drilling THROUGH his toe? UGH and YUCK. He didn’t do anything to relieve the pressure, but just hearing him talk about it freaked me OUT. Ugh.
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“I love to annoy my mother by rubbingrubbingrubbing my nose on her hand until she runs screaming into the night. Good thing I’m so cute, right? Uh…. right? Oh, shut up. My mommy loves me anyway.”
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