The Queen B

We Love Our Dads & Our Cheese Fries

Father's Day has kind of slipped up on me.

Woops.

And I just discovered that The King is going to be out of town in a golf tournament the entire weekend.

Emphasis on the word JUST.

Which totally makes the gift requirement null and void, if you ask me.

But I've got a great option for you.

If you take your husband/dad/random male person to Outback Steakhouse on Father's Day, they will receive a $10 certificate to be used on their next visit.

Here is the deal:

Dads will need to need to activate the certificate online at http://outback.com/dadsday. (The link will launch sometime during Father's Day weekend.) They will also be entered in an online sweepstakes to win a $100 gift card when they enter the promotional code found on the bottom of the $10 certificate.

The certificate can be used at any Outback location from June 18th– July 20th with a minimum purchase of $25.

You can learn more about this promotion and some of Outback’s new menu items by visiting here.

And because we all know that behind every dad is a rockin' mom, I'm going to give one of you a $25 gift certificate to Outback.

You could take your dad.

Or you could give it to your dad since he has a minimum purchase of $25.

Or you could take your girlfriends.

Which is what I might do.

And we would each order Sidney's Sinful Sundae.

And some Aussie Cheese Fries.

And though I would want to, I would not be able to order a Bloomin' Onion. Because when The King was in college, he worked in the kitchen at Outback. He made salads and Bloomin' Onions. When he came to my apartment after work...he stunk. Bad. Like onions. And batter. And lots of fried. Lots. His boots smelled. His clothes smelled. He reeked of the Bloomin' Onion.

And that was very unfortunate. Because prior to the stench, I loved me some Bloomin' Onion.

He took it from me and I may never get it back.

Hallelujah that he never made dessert.

So leave a comment. I'll randomly pick a winner on Father's Day.

The Royal Guide to Valentine's Day Shopping for The Queen

I must begin with a little question.

Is there anything good that can come from one's spouse asking one, "What would you like for Valentine's Day"?

Hmmm.

Let's think of some similar questions:

"Would you mind ordering some flowers to be delivered to you?"

"What perfume is it that you like again? From what store? I'll give you some money if you just wanna pick some up."

"Since when are you not a size 6?"

"You didn't want a gift card to Best Buy?"

"I forgot to make reservations on this, your first Mother's Day. Do you think you can find us a place to eat?"

Not that those things have happened. To anyone but me.

With that in mind, I apologize to you, my bloggy friends. The next part of this post has nothing to do with you. It is written only for the education of The King.

My Dear Sweet King:

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Thursday, February 14. Tomorrow. I thought it best to send you a little reminder to spare you the slamming of doors, stomping up stairs and glaring of eyes.

And then, when The Princess got over it, you would have to deal with me.

The challenge of Valentine's Day is that it's the one holiday for which you are entirely responsible.

There will be no hints, suggestions or wishlists.

It's all you.

I recognize that there is great pressure.

Especially since you have a tendency to either over-do the holiday or under-do the holiday.

Please, I beg you, do not spend money on a gift because the commercial on ESPN said it was THE THING to buy. (If you dare get me that freakin' pajama-gram, you will die.)

I don't want a "Valentine's Day Present". No token flowers or candy...well, maybe the candy.

I'm sorry, but NOTHING SKIMPY. (That goes for clothes and candy.)

I'm going to share with you the secret to my perfect Valentine's Day. This is big. You need to put down your Crackberry and pay attention.

There is one thing that I want: I just want to know that you thought of me.

I'd rather you buy my favorite 79 cent pack of gum than a dozen roses.

Or a book of Sudoku puzzles for the school car line. Or a pack of blank index cards so that I can make my daily lists.

This is beginning to sound a lot like a hint, suggestion or wishlist.

Now. If this doesn't make your Valentine's Day shopping easier, it is possible that you need shopping therapy. Which I would be happy to provide.

Oh. As long as I'm hinting...that candy thing I mentioned? Buttefinger all the way. No skimping.

Yours,
B

Well. I hope he reads the blog today.

Do y'all agree or disagree? Do you want the glam gift or the thoughtful gift this year? Or does your gift fall into both categories?

I'm curious...what would be your perfect Valentine's Day gift?