OCD

Ok, I know I haven't posted in awhile, but I think that you guys will love this one. My neurotic tendencies are really rubbing off on Brendon, and I noticed this the other day at Carrabas. I was supposed to be able to go to the Panthers game, but I found out at last minute that my dad was able to get off work, and took the extra ticket. So instead, I decided to have lunch with my friend, Holly, at Carrabas. I figured that they would have TV's and I could at least check the score every few minutes.
It was getting close to the end of our lunch and the children were getting antsy. I told Brendon that he could go check the score for me. I told him to go over and ask the bartender what the score was. He simply replied, "I can find it myself." I thought, "wow let's see if he can remember it between the tv and our booth in the corner." He came back to the booth and I asked, "What was the score?" He said , "90". I told him that there had to be two different scores, and he must have gotten it confused. He then said with conviction, "No, mom, I am sure that their Sanitation Score was 90, I double checked!" Holly and I just about peed in our pants. It was hilarious. At least I know Brendon won't be eating at resteraunts that have a low Sanitation Grade, because he knows exactly where to look for it.