A New Winner

     We have long searched for the city's best burger.  Well, if you want to call me eating at Terry's Turf Club, falling in love and thus declaring it The City's Best Burger a long search, then you're welcome to.

     Our next conquest?  Mexican food.  Hands down, our Rincon Mexicana (or The Mexican Place by Bigg's) has long since been declared The Winner.

Until tonight, that is.

Sometimes, the best discoveries are made on a whim. 

 While sitting together on said whim, we decided upon El Rancho Grande as our restaurant of choice.

     Like a little kid, I played with Tim's iphone while (unbeknownst to me) he ate the majority of the chips & salsa (you filthy rat)!

     It made me a little sad to declare a new favorite, but El Rancho Grande is it.  Winner in service, variety, ground beef, awesomeness, and atmosphere.

So, there you have it.

     Tonight, at dinner, I kept thinking about how I love Tim so much that I can't even explain it which is how I know I love him, if you really must know.

     On the way home in the car, I asked, "Where are we going next?"  And then he said, "Home or adventure....decide NOW!"  

     To which I replied very loudly, "ADVENTURE AWAITS! We don't have a baby to go home to! Let's do it!"  

And adventure involved (as it almost always should)...the pet store.

And looking at the mice made me Very Sad, and we talked about how much I still miss Beezus.

     I hope I was a good enough mouse mom. Truth be told, I'm sure I could have done better.  He always had enough food and water, but a few more tromps on the dining room table area that would be perfectly acceptable to allow a mouse to run free never would have hurt anyone.

     Then, I said I wanted a jumbo rat just so I could say, "Hey, do you want to come over and see my jumbo rat?"

     And then Tim said really quickly, "Hey, would you like to come over after church on Sunday and see our JUMbo rat!?!?!??"  Emphasis (for some reason) on the JUM and we both laughed harder than we probably should have.

     I also thought about how, on a scale of 1 to 10, I love pets an 11 and how all I really want out of this life is a family, a house in the country, a dog farm, and a measly little writing career.

And then I felt better.

     I also told him that I wish hamsters were nicer.  The only hamster I ever remember loving was incredibly mean.  There's a sermon in there somewhere.

And then we continued The Great Parakeet Debate of 2010.  It's a long story.  I'll tell you later.

We are not getting a parakeet.  Or are we?

That is usually the way the conversation goes.

     Sitting at dinner tonight, I couldn't help but think about how we needed this.   A new winner.  A change of pace.  Somebody to reset the metronome.  I think that is my wish for the summer.

 A fresh start.

It is long overdue.

Love and still no bird,
H.