After everything I went through yesterday so that Dan would not have to eat Cod Fajitas, I received a phone call from him at around 6:30.
*Keep in mind, he already knew I was cooking dinner, what we were having, and had a good guffaw at my expense with all of his co-workers...
Dan: "Hey, baby, my mom is going to take me out to dinner tonight after practice."
Me: *longggggggggggggggggggg pause* "She is? Oh. Um, okay... where are you going?"
(Because you'd damn well better be going to Texas Roadhouse.)
Yeah. That happened.
Fortunately for him, I was too tired to kill him by the time he got home, so he's lived to see another day.
Meanwhile, he just called me and asked what's for dinner.
This just in: He is going to be served fajitas for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Until they're gone. Word.