Every now and again, the missus gets fretful weird and speaks of death (I'm not allowed to die first). Once she asked me how I'd like to go, refusing to accept in answer "whichever way it happens is how it's going to happen." So, I told her that we would be older than we thought we'd be, sitting together on the porch swing, hand in hand, enjoying the sunset on a warm, breezy evening, when our hearts would stop on the same beat. She like that idea.
Every now and again, the missus gets fretful weird and speaks of death (I'm not allowed to die first). Once she asked me how I'd like to go, refusing to accept in answer "whichever way it happens is how it's going to happen." So, I told her that we would be older than we thought we'd be, sitting together on the porch swing, hand in hand, enjoying the sunset on a warm, breezy evening, when our hearts would stop on the same beat. She like that idea.
Yea Malin, that Mac n chez looks nasty to me. Its Outback. That means its cheap overcooked pasta, cheese either from a big can or it came in form of a powder, yum. And the granulated bacon on top? It comes in a bag and its "bacon" the same way "chicken McNuggets" are chicken.
But, we all have different tastes, and I don't think anyone is stupid, just because they love stupid food.
Like you, mal, I do not eat at Cracker Barrel. [Honestly, I do not care for most casual restaurant chains. Now, know that Waffle House is different.] Whenever possible, I eat at the local independents. God bless all entrepreneurs who can make a better biscuit.
Used to be a place called, if memory serves, "Grandma's Biscuits" in underground Atlanta. I ate there in 69/70(?). Wonder if it still exists?
Like you, mal, I do not eat at Cracker Barrel. [Honestly, I do not care for most casual restaurant chains. Now, know that Waffle House is different.] Whenever possible, I eat at the local independents. God bless all entrepreneurs who can make a better biscuit.