Allrighty then folks, it’s 11:09 p.m. (way past my bedtime), I’ve been up since 4:45 a.m. because without my wife here to help, the workload on Mondays are crazy, and I’ve got a little bit of a Chick-fil-A hangover bellyache. I have no idea what what means, but my stomach is a slightly unsettled, and I can only think it was the grilled Chicken sandwich. Say it isn’t so! I don’t know, maybe it was the Dunkin Donuts coffee my mother-in-law brought me in the afternoon. But I don’t think so. I really do think it may have been the Chick-fil-A. I don’t want to believe it but….
At any rate, here’s the Reader’s Digest version.
Went to Chick-fil-A and had a crew full of photobombers:
If you must know, Leanne (front right) was my actual server this time, and Ryan and Megan jumped in the mix. I love it. And I met the gal in the back whose brother is Andrew, who I learned is going off to college and thus has served his last chicken sandwich at the Trinity Chick-fil-A! Well, maybe I’ll see him on Christmas break since I will still be eating Chick-fil-A every day then. Whew. I didn’t catch her name but I’m sure I’ll be seeing her again – she has big shoes to fill in terms of customer service; Andrew definitely does the Cathy family proud.
Okay, and here’s a pic with my buddy Jake who came with tonight, and our Chick-fil-A dinner:
Okay, that’s all I got tonight. It’s been a long day and I’m dying over here. I have good news to report about our adoption but I’ll have to fit that in tomorrow. Sweet dreams, everyone.