I am a BITCH.

With apologies to my TGIF girls for repeating myself....

I was particularly evil last night, if I do say so myself. (Yes, I'm rather proud of it. Sad, I know.)We were at Chuck E. Cheese's for G's birthday and Rob did the ordering while I was cashing in tickets from our last trip there in March. (Long story, but it involved blood and an ER visit). Anyway, he asked if I wanted all-you-can-eat salad bar or 1 trip. (Had I known it was only a buck difference and what would happen later, I would have just said A-Y-C-E, but I digress). I said one trip.

Rob then shows up at the table with this dinky little bowl. Hmmmm. So when our pizza came I went to the counter and asked for a plate for the salad bar, as there are pasta salads, cottage cheese, fruit and the like and I didn't want it all squishy and yucky in that little bowl with my salad greens and veggies.

You see where this is going, doncha?

Apparently you MUST pay the extra friggin' BUCK for a plate. Uh, excuse me? I said I wanted 1 trip -- but I get only 1 trip AND it's in a bowl that wouldn't hold enough breakfast cereal for my 3 year old? I don't THINK so, chickie. You don't actually think I'm gonna eat that crap you call pizza here, do you? Ewwwwwww.

So I threw a tantrum, threw the bowl at her (I kid you not) and walked back to my table where I proceeded to pick up a pizza plate, walk calmly over to the salad bar, and fill it up. Oh yeah. And then I looked at her like, "Oh, I DARE you to come and talk to me about this breach of etiquette."

Oh my god. I think I would have shocked my drill sergeants with some of the things I said.

(For the record, these are cheesy little plastic or paper bowls and plates, so the bowl I threw had no chance of injuring the little bitch. Too bad.)

(Second side note: my friend Cara wants to know if we've started a therapy fund for the boys. LOL )