Precious cargo

This is probably getting as old for you as it is for me. But at least you're not paying for it.

Takeout for Dan and Cubbie. Thanks to Terri for the adult in-person company.

You know, I make a really nice home-cooked breakfast. And love to do it. Honest, I do.

I’ll have the shirt and shoes. Scattered, smothered and covered, please.

I cannot believe I left my phone in the car and didn’t get a photo of this one. At a Waffle House in an upscale Peachtree City strip center Saturday, I spied a  sign on the wall that said:

SHIRT AND SHOES MUST BE WORN TO BE SERVED.

Goodgodtomightee! I can’t even begin to think how to diagram that one.

Because we’re used to seeing, here in the South, “NoShoesNoShirtNoService” signs, we understand it by context. But imagine Star Man or someone from another country trying to parse this out. It could mean a host of things, not one of them what its author intended.

If shirt and shoes want us to serve them some food, they must be on someone’s torso and feet.

We only serve shirt and shoes that are old and worn.

We only serve shirt and shoes attached to someone’s torso and feet.

If shirt and shoes want food, they must be old and worn out.

Thank goodness there was no armed  panda (as opposed, you know, to a no-armed panda) in this particular WaHo.

Selected feeding habits of the suburban youth

The littles get in on the WaHo game. And this is getting expensive.

 

Warren plays with his food. He comes by it honestly.

Studying math requires pizza, somehow. Even if it's 3 times a week.

 

 

Day of the Dead

The morning after. Ben’s fresh eggs for the Littles. A trip to WaHo for the Bigs.

Hi ho, hi ho, to Waffle House we go.

condiments at breakfast

All they need is a ride.

Dinner in the ‘hood. Breakfast at WaHo.

Snow!

My favorite room in the ‘hood. Painting not for sale.

There always seems to be a bottle of wine in the foreground of these pics.

Waiting for chocolate chip waffles.

Good food. Not so fast this morning.

Fresh Market sells it. Beautiful, and tasty too.

I know what boys like

These boys worship WaHo. I pledge to always drive them so they don't have to sneak out and walk.

 

A crowd of friends. Cokes. Pizza. Wayne and Garth. Waffle House. Guitar Center (bigger amp, new bass). Leftover pizza.

Happy 14, Max and Warren.