I had an epiphany this morning about my Chick-fil-A runs. Liza and I switch off in terms of who’s running Addicted to Saving in the morning. Sometimes she’s posting and I take the boy, and sometimes it’s the other way around.
Until today, in the morning, I will feed Asher, play on the floor, go for a walk, or just take him around and watch him explore the house. It dawned on me – why on earth am I not taking the boy to Chick-fil-A for BREAKFAST?
Hello Breakfast Bagel, the best thing on the menu:
Now, I got mine with provolone cheese, but this was far too exciting (and delicious) of a revelation.
Asher. Me. Chick-fil-A. Morning. Breakfast bagel. Hash browns. Best ever.
And…..Asher’s best shirt ever. My son sure does tell it like it is:
Thanks to this gentleman who kindly served me and to whom I apologize for not remembering his name (that was over 12 hours ago in my defense).
The ride home we listened to Moody Radio, and while I was stimulated, it put little boo to sleep:
As I write this post, he’s asleep again, and I will be soon.
P.S. If I seem distracted, it’s because I’m getting caught up on all our DVR’s of Big Brother and I’m watching Amanda completely self-destruct.
P.P.S. If you’re judging me for watching Big Brother, I don’t blame you. I cannot, to this day, tell you why I enjoy this social experiment, but I’m fascinated by it. I tell Liza at least once every episode that she could win the money. Her personality is tailor-made for it.
P.P.P.S. I’m only caught up through the 8/7 episode so if you spill the beans I will Fed Ex one of Asher’s dirty diapers to your home and place of business.