It’s Good To Be Queen

Sparky took me on a date tonight to congratulate me for internetting my ass off and setting this blog up. I’m technologically challenged, so the fact that I did it without having to call Zane-who has skills in this area-stuns the hell out of me. Thank goodness for YouTube!

This is my accomplishment for the day. Seriously. It took me a long time to make this thing. Partly because of my lack of skill and partly because I’m really indecisive.

We went to my absolute fave restaurant for steak. Their rosemary fries are so yummy they make me want to cry. The rub they put on their steaks, along with the flavoured butter, is beyond compare. And the decor is definitely interesting. There’s taxidermy all over the place, and I see something new every single time. I think they make interesting dining companions, but I can see how it might make some people wonder where their steak came from.

They just hang out and watch you eat

And on the queen part, I’m wearing a tiara in my drivers license picture so in my opinion, that means Washington recognizes me as Queen. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

I love my DMV