Here’s what got me thinking. When we bought this house, nearly a year ago, our realtor was kind enough to give us a gift card for Olive Garden. A free meal, a meal I wouldn’t have to cook. I was excited but the
family not so much.
You see, almost five years ago we were in Dubuque at an Olive Garden when Will projectile vomited on the table (party of 11) and then turned his head and vomited onto my lap and into my open purse that was
beside my chair. It was a horrific experience. He wasn’t sick, people had just been letting him try everything. After he threw up he was all better physically but emotionally he was scarred.
Lately each time we eat at a restaurant, he and Mac verbally relive the whole Olive Garden moment (it was epic!) and then Will claims he isn’t hungry and he typically doesn’t eat. He’s afraid he’s going to get sick. So I’ve been coaching him, telling him to just pick foods he’s used to
eating and that he’ll be fine. I’m happy to say he’s been doing well with
restaurant eating. Still nervous but at least he’s eating.
I’ve set up Olive Garden arrangements many times over the past year but my family always found something wrong with the plans and we had to cancel. Our gift card was about to expire so finally last Saturday we made it to Olive Garden. Everyone was very nervous, especially Will, but he decided to order a hotdog and forgo the Italian food altogether. I was fine with that. After all he was getting back on the proverbial horse after five years.
My husband sometimes talks himself into illnesses. You know, if there’s a show on TV about a new disease he will have it the next morning. Or if someone at work is sick he calculates the days until he will be sick and then he’s sick. Midway through his salad at Olive Garden he left the table and was blowing chunks in the rest room. I figured it was all in his head. He felt better when he returned and we ate our meals. My food was
excellent, I was very impressed.
But come Monday I was not impressed, I wasn’t feeling well. Tuesday and Wednesday weren’t much better either so yesterday I went to the doctor. I have an intestinal infection and now in addition to medication I have to be on a liquid diet!
I wish we would have sold the dam horse, what the hell was I thinking?! Now we have Will cured of his bad Olive Garden experience but TJ and I will never, ever, be the same.
I’m kicking this horse and sending it right down the road. I’m going to “let sleeping dogs lie” from now on.
I’ve enjoyed summer in Kentucky but it’s been hot, ninety degree weather on most days. Something strange I noticed here is that when it gets really hot outside the animals flatten themselves out. I’m guessing it helps to cool them off.
One morning I looked outside and my yard was full of Robins with wings outstretched sitting on the grass. I thought they were dead or that the apocalypse was beginning. Then I saw a squirrel do it. I wished
he was dead. Here are some pictures.