These are places I hate to go – listed in order of least to most hated.
- The flea market
- The state fair
- Waffle House
- Golden Corral
The common denominators? Pickup trucks and dirty fingernails.
My husband loooooooooves Waffle House.
(He actually loves all of the places listed above.)
He likes the cheap coffee, the single-ply napkins, and Patty the waitress with only two teeth.
I don’t have anything against food that’s been smothered or chunked, it’s just not my first choice. Or my fifteenth.
But I really love my husband. And sometimes I am an awesome wife.
Oh, yes I did.
On Valentine’s Day, certain Waffle Houses serve a reservation-only, candle-lit dinner.
Complete with black plastic table-clothes, faux flower centerpieces and purple napkin roses.
Not a fruit or vegetable in sight.
Colt had grilled chicken, hash browns and root beer.
(Somewhere a bra-less vegan Earth Mama just passed out reading this.)
The happiness on my boys’ faces was worth all the grease.
And how great is the commemorative Waffle House picture frame?!!
However you celebrate it – Happy Love Day!