Normally I am a laid back, go-with-the-flow kinda girl. I can stand a little bug watchin or egg and toast battles or bacon and waffle face makin.
But not on Playoff Weekend.
On Playoff Weekend, we got places to go and games to watch and men in tight pants to see.
Oh my, was that out loud?
Anyhoo, the normal relaxing, takin it all in breakfast at the Waffle House was moved along by plane rides of food into my Twerps' mouths and you better not eat that waffle threats.It worked. We FINALLY got out of there, just in time for the Tennessee game. In which I think we are painfully aware of my loss.