Last night Lea and I went to Amarillo with four other couples to catch a nice dinner and a play. We ate at Logan’s Steakhouse, and I thought I’d eat healthy, so I ordered the grilled fish. Lea ordered the grilled meatloaf.
It didn’t take me long to question her ordering skills (or lack thereof), “Grilled meatloaf? Did you just order grilled meatloaf? Didn’t you see the steaks, chicken and fish on the menu? What kind of restaurant would even serve grilled meatloaf? Who would ever go to a restaurant and actually order grilled meatloaf off the menu? Not me, not if it was the only thing left on the menu.”
Her reply was simply, “I bet it will be good.”
I thought to myself, “Yea, when pigs fly.”
When our food finally came, my fish was bland. Then I tried a bite of her grilled meatloaf … it was FANTASTIC. Who would have ever thought grilled meatloaf could taste that good? Right then I wished I would have ordered grilled meatloaf . . . but I kept that to myself.
Dad-gum-it, why does Lea always have to be so smart?
“There is a way that SEEMS right unto a man …”