I recently turned 32. We decided to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate, since we had a little too much going on on my birthday to go out then.
We like going out to eat, because it gives the daughter an excuse to use a new bathroom. It's pretty much a given that when we go to a restaurant, the daughter will have to use the restroom. Even if she goes right before we leave (we've specifically sent her to the bathroom right before we left before), as soon as we sit down at the restaurant, she's got to use the potty. there must be something rather exotic about the ladies' rooms at Logan's, Fuddrucker's, Cliff's, Mama's Cafe, James Coney Island, etc.
Anyway, we went to a dinner, and for whatever reason, I ordered a salad. I can't say as I remember ever ordering a salad at dinner before, except at the chow hall... And I enjoyed it.
I hate growing up.