Thank you, everyone, for the lovely Anniversary wishes.
We had a lovely dinner in the fancy schmancy restaurant, Ric's Grill. Hubby had a honkin' big steak and I had Mediterrean chicken which was very yummy. We so rarely go to fancy restaurants that when I get there I have a very hard time making up my mind. Not hubby. He's all he-man about his decision. Steak all the way. All he had to decide was which one and if and what kind of sauce he wanted on it. Seeing they had no liver and onions like at Ricky's, I had a big decision to make. I finally narrowed it down to the Mediterrean chicken or the almond crusted salmon with lemon and leek sauce. And we actually had appetizer's, friends, appetizers. I can't remember the last time we ordered appetizers unless we were ordering the appetizer as the meal, such as ribs or nachos. Mine was to die for. Mushroom caps stuffed with cream cheese, shrimp, dungee crab, parmesan and green onions. My mouth is watering all over again.
It was a perfect evening; mouth-watering food, in a restaurant high above the city with views that fed your eyes, the company of a handsome fella who was showering compliments upon me. Heaven I tell you. And oh, the throbbing. And while I can say my heart was going pitter patter for the wonderful man across the table from me, the throbbing was coming not from my heart, but my big toe. The BIG throbbing of my big toe. Amidst the whispering of sweet anninversary nothings, my big toe was screaming.
For some reason when I was getting ready to go to fancy schmancy restaurant, the dresser drawer decided it wanted to be free, and when I pulled it open for a sweater, it jumped out and landed smack on my toe. Can I say OUCH! So here I was all gussied up, and I couldn't get my shoe on. I had to wear the strappiest sandals I had which totally did not match what I was wearing and it still hurt. And it made me walk very slooooowly and hobble funny 'cause it hurt to have heels. And they weren't big heels. And all I wanted was to be wearing these:
Wouldn't I have been s*xy? Especially in the funky chartreuse green color that I have? Ya, hot stuff, I am!
So for dessert, I had a couple of tylenol 3's. Thank God, I had some left over from my backache. And when I took my nail polish off to take a peek before bed last night here's the cute toe I saw. No that is not a different color nail polish. That is the lovely shade of my screaming toe. That color really needs to have a name given to it, don't you think? Blue Love or Heart to Toe Throb or Evening Dresser Dusk or something.