Sunday was for lipstick and pumps.
Tuesday night is for a half rack of barbecue ribs, slathered in just enough sauce that it covers your fingers.
So I sat at the supper table, and said to my two impressionable sons, and ever patient husband, “This is not good manners (as I licked my saucy fingers), but I’m going to do it anyway.”
Sometimes, I Am My Father’s Daughter.
Mmmmmmm, ribs for supper.
Gotta love it when your husband suggests carry out, and Chili’s has a 2 for $20 deal, AND after you order, when you’re ready to pay, you find out Kids eat FREE on Tuesdays.
YES!
Sometimes Tuesday ROCKS!!!