I think I shall celebrate Steph's birthday by getting strawberry waffles for lunch.
ION, the checkout woman at Walgreens told me I look like Dan Aykroyd. Weird. And she asked when my birthday was before she would sell me sparklers. Apparently you have to be 18 to buy them here.
A young Dan Aykroyd, then. Is this an effective flirting technique?
Now I want waffles, too. Mmm, waffles.
A young Dan Aykroyd, then. Is this an effective flirting technique?
I dunno--I was more confused than anything.
She told me than you have to be 18 to buy "anything that explodes." I decided not to mention that sparklers don't explode.
Happy birthday, Steph!
They're called waffles because that's the sound they make when they hit the ground.
WAFFLE
(That's the joke my mom once told my BFF, which she still laughs about. Every time I hear "waffle" I think of my mom doing the little waffle dance.)
I am sitting in a booth, waiting for them to bring me strawberry waffles.
Envy me.
Eta: I should have gotten them with ice cream instead of whipped cream.
Congratulations, shrift!!!
A restaurant in our neighborhood just opened a walk-up window recently where you can get coffee drinks, tacos, and waffles from 7am to late at night. Our favorite thing is to walk the dog up there in the morning and get iced coffee and waffles (my fave has strawberries & lemon curd & whipped cream) and take them to eat in the park nearby. Bliss!
Apparently in NY they have to check your age to buy booze no matter what. This has happened a couple times already. At 61 I find it quite amusing.
Congrats to shrift!
Happy Teppy Day!!