It's time for my second favorite day of the week! True Story Tuesday, hosted by Rachel and Mr. Daddy (who should look just ravishing in his new Dress Barn dress).
Twenty-three years and four days ago, Bill made perhaps the biggest mistake of his life. And I'm not talking about marrying Mom and her four heathens. No, the biggest mistake he made was allowing the four heathens to choose where to have their wedding dinner.
Now, I was 16; Nebalee was 13; Deejo was 11; and Junior was 7. He really thought it was a good idea to let us decide where to have their wedding dinner? I'm not quite sure where he thought we'd choose, but I'm pretty sure he didn't expect us to come up with Casa Bonita.
Yup, just the quiet, romantic place he envisioned spending with his new family, I'm sure. But he was a good sport and off we went after the wedding.
We had a blast! Well, at least we kids did. Mom and Bill were kind enough to pretend they had a good time.
Over the years, it's become a joke that Casa Bonita is our "fancy dinner" restaurant - reserved for special ocassions.
You know, the really special ones, like... a twentieth wedding anniversary.
Oh, yes, we did. We made them return to the scene of the crime for their twentieth. Of course, by this time, the family had grown to include spouses and grandchildren.
Mrs Mom and her DH are coming for a visit this coming weekend. Guess where we're taking them?
I invited Mom and Bill. Bill declined, saying by his calculations, he's got another 17 years before he has to return.
8 comments:
Oh no way! I knew there was more to the running Casa Bonita joke! That is hilarious! Good for Bill, being such a good sport.
So does HCR include a Casa Bonita sidetrip next year? hee hee!
Thanks for linking up!
That's greatness! Makes me adore Bill even more!
LOL LOVE IT!!
Poor Bill... *giggle*... ahh those 17 years will go by quickly, I'm sure! ;)
I don't know Casa Bonita from Casa McDoofus, but you make it sound like it is akin to Pancho's Mexican Buffet (http://www.panchosmexicanbuffet.com/) which makes horrible Mexican food look somewhat appetizing in comparison. I'm glad Bill was a good sport about it, but I think I can understand his insistence on burning the memory of bad Tex Mex into his taste buds only once every 20 years.
bwahahahahaha
I think it makes him a pretty good guy to let his step-children pick the wedding dinner resturant.
OK, guys. On our wedding night, Bill had promised that we would NEVER have to there for an anniversary dinner. Then, on our 20th, we had to drive back from our Montana camping trip EARLY - so we could meet the kids for this special dinner - at Casa Bonita! Now, what kind of promise was that?
Juanita
It was obviously a promise *we* never heard.
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