Saturday (my God am I nervous). I spaced and forgot to prepare dinner
ahead of time, so we ate at our most favorite mom & pop establishment
- Grandma Sally's Pancake House. We hadn't been there in ages so it
was certainly a nice change from the Jimmy John's we usually get when
eating out (not bashing, I LOVE JJ, it just gets boring after a while).
Anyway, Iz was apparantly famished by the time we got there so she was
being quite demanding. She had a muffin to tide her over, but wouldn't
you know when her food came she would rather eat a silly cracker
instead of her scrumptious waffles we bought for her.
Sigh, I don't know why I bother sometimes.
