soooo.... your dad and i go to ruths chris steakhouse too much. its a higher-quality steakhouse chain (i know! chains suck!) with overpriced, traditional, american food, but they have delicious steak and their martinis have BLUE CHEESE STUFFED OLIVES. yum, yum, yum. your dad calls it our own personal crack house. ha. you're too young to know what that means and if i ever find you in a crack house, pass the pipe. JUST KIDDING. all kinds of hell will break loose. we'll hang you from your toes. we'll chinese water torture you. we'll.... well, you get the picture.
anyway, its a tradition for us to go with fam for happy hour, and, this time, your grandma c sent a gift card for easter and we cashed in. she loves sending things to us for various holidays. i always thank her, when we arrive, so this is how our convo went on this day... please, catch the typo... coming from her, its downright hilarious.
mom rant: AND DONT EVER USE THAT WORD SERIOUSLY
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