When I started this blog, I thought it was mainly going to focus on knitting, and it does for the most part. However, I have come to the realization that even though I would love to be able to knit during most of the 24-hours in each day, that is just impossible. Last night my husband, myself, and two of our friends went shopping for some snow gear (we are hoping to go snowboarding next Saturday). We all found something we wanted or needed (with the exception of my husband), and we had a good time. After shopping it was decided that we would go to a nearby mexican restaurant. Now, we are in Germany folks, so…mexican food is not the norm. And having spent 10 years in San Antonio, and 6-months in Honduras, yeah. Nevertheless, we were all kind of excited to have some mexican food. At the restaurant we were seated in a corner that had two tables, with a bench running on both sides of the tables. The other table was occupied by 3 women and 1 baby. They were a little loud, but whatever. We were in close quarters. We were all having our own conversations and perusing the menu, etc. After drinks arrived, our appetizers followed. Things were going well. Then our food arrived. Minus my husband’s plate. Somehow, the waitress only wrote down 3 of the 4 orders that were placed. So three of us had food, while we were assuming that my husband’s was just taking a little longer. While this was going on, the mother of the baby next to us decided to Change the baby’s diaper, Right there at the table. Right There. And not only did she change the diaper, she gave a commentary on the diaper’s contents to her 2 girlfriends. And us as well, since…we were sitting Right There. Now, I don’t have kids. I have a dog, and we take him Outside to do his business. And we clean it up when needed. Because I don’t have any kids yet, maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about here, but…we all thought this was extremely gross. None of us wanted to eat our food and hear about how the stuff in her baby’s diaper was the consistency of wet cat food. Or what it actually contained, or how it smelled, or what color it was. Nope. None of us wanted to hear that. So, there is no knitting content in this post, just an observational gripe. Has this ever happened to anyone else? And on a side note, how weird is it when a waitress brings out 3 plates of food to a table with 4 adults sitting at it, and doesn’t realize she has missed an order?