Getting to the point.......... being one of my best friends I am giving her gifts for her birthday. One of which is the gift of sleep. Yes, sleep. So while she gets to do whatever she wants tonight and tomorrow morning (sleep) -- I am taking her son to Chucky Cheese. God Help Me. Now, obviously Brodie is the cutest date I've probably ever had (well, there was that one guy......) but that's not the point. CHUCKY CHEESE! I remember it nearly giving me a panic attack when I was 8 -- I'm sure now that I'm in my 30's it will be much worse. Worse than that -- I have to do it sober. No beer for this Mom-To-Be. So wish me luck. The good news is that Brodie is really looking forward to going even though I had to break it to him that Mickey Mouse was probably not going to be there. Seeing the smile on his little pale face will surely make my date a tolerable one!
2 comments:
Your a saint because Chucky Cheese is loud and obnoxious and expensive.
I concur. I've taken Gabby a total of 3 times in her whole life. Twice sober (I wised up on the third time).
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