I am raising a bunch of hillbillies

We do not see the inside of restaurants very often. This is one area that we feel we can save a lot of money and I believe we do. Now don't get me wrong. I LOVE to eat out, but I didn't we needed to eat out. That was until yesterday when we went to The Cheesecake Factory.

Yesterday was national cheesecake day or something like that. So,The Cheesecake Factory was selling their yummy cheesecake slices for $1.50. They are usually $7.00 a slice, so that is a HUGE savings. So, me being the fan that I am of Chocolate Peanut Butter cheesecake, I decided a week ago that I would load the boys up and travel 25 minutes to the nearest establishment.

We got there when it opened and were just going to get them to go. I had a cooler filled with ice in the back of the Explorer, so they wouldn't go bad. Well, we soon found out that the deal was only good if you dined there.

So, we got a seat. I am willing to go to great lengths for my cheesecake... I think you can tell. I told the boys when we sat down that we would ONLY be getting water with lemon today because it is not a deal if I am spending $12 on drinks. So they went along, because they had no choice are good boys.

Once we got our drinks I turned my head away from the table for some reason and when I turned my head back around I got NAILED in the face with the straw paper. They have learned from their FATHER how to shoot the straw paper across the table. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!

I told them "THIS IS NOT MCDONALD'S"!

Things really didn't calm down after that. They were using napkins as masks, eating lemons and making bets on who could eat the most lemons (John won, just for the record). Disaster with a capital D.

Finally when we got our cheesecakes thing got better... there was no talking.

Not a sound... perfect!

But the amusement was not over... of course not!

By the time John was done eating his cheesecake he had it EVERYWHERE. And when you think I am being overdramatic when I say everywhere... #1 you don't know John #2 you don't know John.

There was not one inch on his face that wasn't covered in whip cream. He had it on his napkin and table. His FORK was even COVERED, all the way to the tip, with whip cream. I didn't have my cell phone on me or there would be a picture to prove my sincerity.

So, as I was sitting there trying to understand why my children were acting this way, I realized something...

If I don't want my kids to be hillbillies we need to go out to eat more. Time to work that into the budget!