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I ate beef. This kind of beef


Not on purpose though. Today, after the sonogram we went to Red Robin, which I've never been to before because...why would I go there? But apparently they have vegan and vegetarian options. Unfortunately, the waiter got my order wrong. I'm eating three bites of my sandwich thinking that it's a real good imitation of beef (LOL, my brothers would probably say that I've been so long with out beef that I forgot what it taste like). I'm three bites in and I get past the spicy in the sandwich to taste the beef. Poor waiter, looks like he's about to cry when he has to do the sandwich again. When he brings it back, there is cheese in it. I have to laugh because the waiter now looks like he really is going to cry as he takes that burger back. When he finally gets it right, he also let's me know that I do not have to pay for my order and as I'm leaving, he gives me a gift card and tells me that the next time I come in the restaurant, it's on him. He thanks us for being so understanding and he walks away with his tail between his legs. LOL. Poor Baby! Bad day for my colon, good day for my wallet. LOL!!!

Oh and I saw the baby in 4D!!! For the first 15 minutes it was uber-cool. Then it was like, OK not too exciting anymore. SMH. It was more exciting for the Mom and Dad. But it was still cool. Glad I went! Here's to showing yourself friendly. Cheers!!! 
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