What The Hell Wednesday-Texas Roadhouse Birthday Hell
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Stacy
Friday was my Birthday. Because I never do anything anymore, my bf and I decided to go out to dinner. I thought we’d try a new place, so we went to Texas Roadhouse. A lot of people gave good recommendations for them, so hey what the hell. We went to dinner, and ordered our food. This is always difficult because my bf is deathly allergic to onions. Yep onions. I know weird, but still, they’ll kill him, so we avoid them. They were very nice and the kitchen manager came out to go over his allergy and make sure they didn’t have his steak come in contact with onions. We got our food, and instead of taking a bite of his steak, my bf took a bite of his green beans. Then it happened, the look of terror on his face, and then he ran to the bathroom to get rid of the food in his mouth. I took a bite of them and saw that there were onions in them! What the Hell?? How does everyone forget that there are onions in the green beans?? The manager came out and apologized for almost killing him, and offered to pay our bill and give us two free desserts. Okay, I guess a free meal that he didn’t eat, and 2 desserts is a good exchange for almost death. We left the restaurant and were walking along the sidewalk, and then BAM!!!!! And when I say BAM, I mean BAM with a capital B A M! I was on the ground, in pain, bleeding, and soaking wet from the rain. What the Hell?? I didn’t even know what happened! I don’t think I’ve ever fallen as hard as I did that night. We figured out that at the end of the walkway there was a cement parking block. Yeah, good idea, have the sidewalk end right to a cement parking block! The lighting in their parking lot was awful, and the block wasn’t painted a bright color or anything! Could you imagine if I was an elderly person that fell that hard?? Everyone says I should have gone back into the restaurant and told them what happened, but after the near death experience, and the fact that I was bleeding (and crying), I wasn’t going back in. Needless to say, we will NOT ever be going back to Texas Roadhouse after what will be now known as, “The Birthday Dinner From Hell.” Below is a picture of my legs from my fall. They actually don’t look as bad in the picture as they do in person or do them justice on how much they hurt!
Elle
That looks really painful. Just sayin’
Yesterday morning was going great. I didn’t even have to rush for the school bus with J-Man. I thought I had plenty of time to finish everything up and throw an easy dinner in the crockpot. Ya, not so much. I was making White Chicken Chili with Chorizo Sausage. It’s so yummy and easy….usually. We don’t have an electric can opener because we don’t want it cluttering up the little bit of counter space we have. Yesterday our little handheld can opener decided not to work. It could cut into the can but not spin around and continue cutting. It took me forever to break apart the cans like some hobo. What The Hell??!!
