Proof God Doesn't Approve of IHOP

We're in the middle of the worst drought that Texas has seen in 50 years, yet both times we've tried to head out to IHOP (which I am compelled to type as "iHop"), we've had TORRENTIAL rain and thunderstorms. Not that I'm complaining, but when you no sooner say the words "yeah, we can go tonight", it starts to POUR and you see lightning bolts disappear behind your neighbor's house, things get a little tense with the kids.

So, since The Man was out of town last night and God was all anti-pancake, we did things The Man would frown upon: Star Wars movies and the Joey Special: TWO Pizzas.

Today, to PUNISH The Man further for being out of town, we continued the non-approved activities with the long-awaited chocolate chip pancake festival, then 5 hours at Main Event where the girls tore the rock climbing wall UP, and then spent $837 to get $4.37 worth of junk from the prize room.

Since I'm a very good mom, to make up for all the crap we've eaten in the last 24 hours, we went to Fresh Choice because they serve VEGETABLES. They also serve brownies and ice cream and hot fudge syrup. Not that I'd know anything about that.

Where is The Man this weekend, by the way? He'd be HERE.

Is my husband a dork catch or what?