Chipotle and Sister Wives

So it started out ….

So seriously, after a long day of preparing for my son’s engagement party tomorrow, I was conned into taking certain girls to Chipotle for a late dinner on the way home. We were having a lively conversation, when it somehow turned into “Sister Wives”…

And the next thing I know…totally NOT making this up…they all walk into the restaurant! As I try to calm the three girls down, they are about to bounce out of their seats.

“Can we ask them for a picture?”

“Can we ask to take a picture with them?”

They could barely contain themselves as I replied,

“No! They are here to eat, not be bothered with pictures.”

“No, leave them alone, don’t bother them.”

And then, one of them, Christine, walked over ever so friendly and states,

“We’d love to take a picture with them! And they didn’t ask…I was eavesdropping and offered!”

The next few moments were spent with the girls googling the poor wives as they scarfed down their food in anticipation of a photo moment with the Sister Wives! And then, Kody walked by and sat right down at the next table. Poor man was trying to eat his burrito and my children were about to jump out of their seats!

Finally, Christine told him that she’d told the girls they could have their picture taken. They were very nice and all stopped eating their dinner to take a picture with the girls. I tried to bow out gracefully, but was told to join in the picture.

Of course, the entire ride home was spent texting everybody and their mother!

Of course, I had to laugh when “someone who shall remain nameless” remarked,

“I can’t believe I met someone from Hollywood!” to which we replied, “They’re from Vegas, silly!”