Busy, Bald Bees

The word for me right now is overstuffed and overtired. Oh, right, that's two words, isn't it?

We wound up going out to a nice dinner, seeing a movie, then going out for dessert after.

This morning, we went to a fancy breakfast where they have some Caramel Brioche French Toast, which is heavenly. Hung out at the beach, where it was a bit cold and foggy, but we like it like that.

Then, a bit of shopping, and on to an 86th birthday party at a fancy restaurant where the waiter, knowing he was already getting his 18% tip because of the large party, was for crap. Hey dude, we realized you didn't want to be there, and we would have rather you weren't there either.

And did I mention that Hubba-hubba took Mr. P to get a haircut and miscommunicated to the barber what he wanted, and the man SHAVED HIS ENTIRE HEAD. My poor son has NO HAIR. I hate to say it, but he looks like a mange victim. The Christmas cards are gonna look GREAT. RIGHT.

I think I will go out looking for hats.

Comments

Family Adventure said…
That last part, that happened to B boy as well, courtesy of his dad! Didn't have the Xmas photos to deal with, though. Double bad!

I am happy to tip for good service. But I feel ripped off when the service charge is added automatically and the service *sucks*.

Sounds like you had a good anniversary! What movie did you see?

Heidi
12:02 AM
Anonymous said…
OK, two things that make me glad to live in Australia.
1. Tipping in optional.
2. No-one does Christmas photos.

Just bung a santa hat on the little dude, or do the whole bubble-filled-bath-Santa-hair-and-beard thing. It's all good.

I am hankering for some of that caramel brioche french toast now.... mmmmmm.
2:42 AM
chichimama said…
Ouch. Well, everyone will remember your Cristmas cards this year...
4:10 AM
Jess T said…
I hate it when servers slack because of the added gratuity! I used to be a server and I NEVER did that.

He he about the hair. The good news is that hats are still in! :)
6:08 AM
Suzanne said…
Oh, poor Mr P! At least it will grow, right? Small comfort, I know.
6:48 AM
Patois42 said…
At least his loss of hair didn't cause you to lose your sense of humor! "Mange victim." Funny. Memo to self: no more hubba-hubba taking any child for haircut.
7:18 AM
Beenzzz said…
Oh no! Sorry about Mr. P.'s hair. I'll cross my fingers and hope that his hair grows out quickly!!
7:31 AM
Ted said…
Oof! Mr. P's haircut has to be like a punch to the stomach. Ah well, it'll grow back, but alas not in time for Xmas photos.
8:21 AM
Karen Jensen said…
may I suggest a fedora? You can't go wrong with that.
9:46 AM
Liz said…
Glad you got to celebrate your anniversary! I'm stuffed just reading about it.
10:16 AM
Cherry said…
Mmmm the thought of going out for dessert after the movie sounds so city-like and luxurious!

Oh and that brioche caramel french toast business? I'd come to LA for that!
10:46 AM
Awesome Mom said…
You could get Mr. P a wig to wear for the pictures. They have some great clown wig on clearance from Halloween.
11:22 AM
Nance said…
Re: the lousy server? I would have
A) taken him aside and said, "Dear, I am dangerously close to asking for the manager based upon your horrid service."

B) just told him to go and get me the manager and then requested a new waiter since I was going to have to pay for one anyway. And that's what I would have said. "Since I have to pay a mandatory 18% for service, I think I should be getting some. The waiter isn't giving our table any, so I want a new waiter or I want the gratuity taken off the bill. For starters."

I hate that crap.
12:35 PM
Anonymous said…
I hope you had a wonderful anniversary. You should have gone to a romantic B&B, had a candlelight dinner and deep discussions which are always impossible with kiddies around.
Mama Bear
3:19 PM
Steph said…
That's too bad about the haircut, but at least Mr.P is young enough that he probably isn't too concerned about it.

You're anniversary celebration sounds really nice - glad you got to go out! :)
7:14 PM
Ginger said…
Oh, how I hate the snotty, "I'm going to get a tip anyway" attitude. And HOW? Did your husband miscomunicate and end up with a bald child. And what did he say after you beat him up (verbally, physically?) for it. And did you cry?
3:37 PM
Dana a/k/a Sunshine said…
The tipping thing really sucks. I hate that! Sounds like your dinner was good though....glad you got to get out.

And sorry about your bald child - ha ha.
8:42 AM
Quiskaeya said…
Shy of the waiter, your weekend sounded perfect!

We had a bit of a haircut drama this weekend also. Lil Man went w/ his Dad to get it cut. I guess his Dad stepped out of the barber shop to take a cell phone call. The dumbarse barber not knowing what kind of style to do on Lil Man's head decided to go with what Lil Man said. Horrors! Nothing could be done to fix it. What an idiot!
9:16 AM
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