After we left the mall (which was insane by the way) we went to Chuy's for dinner. As we are walking in, a minivan comes flying up next to us, this lady swings open her door, and jumps out in such a fashion that I have to stop walking to let her out. No biggie, I stop, then she starts trucking it into the restaurant and it occurs to me, she is trying to cut her way onto the waiting list. Okay, I'm trying to stay in the Christmas spirit here, but I have to admit, I am a little ticked off. Being the stinker that I am, I start picking up speed. (Her legs are half the size of mine if she is lucky). Her poor husband rolls down the window and is yelling after her "Should I wait here to see how long the wait is, or should I park the car (van)?" Poor sucker. She doesn't slow down, doesn't so much as turn around to give him the time of day, just waves him on and keeps trucking. We reach the door and she runs in, letting the door slam in my face (at this point I am hot on her heels and she knows it). All I could do was say "Thank You" really loud, in my most obnoxious, in your face sort of way. (I think I really showed her). Totally ridiculous, right? I know, I know this typed out story version isn't doing any justice. I paint a pretty bad picture, but just try to imagine what I am working with here. Greg is usually the one to tell me I am overreacting, but even he was like, what the mess? I mean come on lady, it's Christmas, and are you really that flippin' hungry? Okay, whew, I feel better. Getting it out, on my blog, I am (sort of) over it.
On a much lighter note, here are the pictures....
Product of the Elf
Mama's version 
This is what I get when I ask her to "Say Cheese"
This is what I get when I ask her to "Say Cheese"
Olivia LOVES to help in the kitchen 
Olivia does karaoke
six teeth and counting