History repeats

Brandon's been in the dog house, so I got a night out last night.

I know what you're thinking...what about all this crazy goodness?!?

Well, like I said...he's been in the doghouse. So I'm going by Biblical standards for Christian wives and milkin' it for all it's worth. That's Biblical, right?

Got some sinfully (speaking of) fab manicotti at one of our fave Italian restaurants (de Vinci's in Homewood).

I know, I know, but Captain D's for the love! I'm not trying to dis the D's.

Is Brandon out of the doghouse, you say? I don't know. Do you think I can get anything else?

It's kind of like back in the day...*picture dream bubble above my head*

I used to hide my sister's "red notes" from my parents in order to extort work from her. Red notes were bad notes she brought home in pre-school and kindergarten.

I mean, I'm ten years older than her, and obviously I know how to capitolize on my resources. And trust me - there were PLENTY of resources (red notes).

So I would make her do stuff for me with the threat of "I'm going to give the red note to Mom and Dad". Until she would finally get sick of it and scream "I DON'T CARE! Give them the red note!!"

At which time I knew my time was up. And of course I wouldn't give it to them because I would have been in just as much trouble. But she was dumb. And I could just wait until the next red note came in.

Aaaaahhhhh, those were the days...