Somehow it got to be 7:30 tonight and neither Shane nor I had given a thought to dinner. It wasn’t until Rose claimed she’d die of starvation if she didn’t have popcorn, that we noticed the time.
Despite the fact that we’re really trying to be frugal after spending our life savings on Buttercup’s emergency surgery, dining out seemed like the best option.
We went to El Coyote which is a fun Mexican restaurant in our neighborhood. Shane and I ordered poorly, but Rose was absolutely thrilled with the inverted rice cone that came with her beans. She ate every last bite of beans. The rice, she claimed, was ‘too stiff.’
As we were leaving a party bus filled with drunk adults pulled up. They danced and drank their way into the restaurant. Happy almost Cinco De Mayo!
