So we go in and I'm somewhat amused that our Roadhouse host is flaming gay. Along with our buckets of peanuts we get a wine list. A wine list at the Roadhouse. Hee. He wipes the booth seats dry with his butt because they are still damp so I'm even more amused. When he tells me the special of the day is swordfish I can't help it anymore and ask something like 'From the Gulf right? Swordfish at the Roadhouse?' Anyway I had a steak that were fine, but not great. So my grade for the Yuppie Roadhouse is a B.
In other news my poor sister passed out in the shower from dehydration and scared my poor Brother-in-law half to death. I feel more sorry for him then Amber.
I know us McClintock's are tough, like Bumbles (Abomibinal snowmen on Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer stop motion animation specials) we just bounce from falls with our massive bones and sturdy frames.