Last night, on a whim- MY whim, I think it was- Nate, Penny, Brad and I went out to Waffle House around 10:00 p.m. It was something we have long talked about doing- going to WH late at night. Actually, we've really talked about going in the REAL late night- like, so late that it's actually early morning. But I don't think we'll ever really do THAT. Good fun was had by all. It was sort of surreal. What a greasy spoon. What strange inhabitants. It was true night lunch, indeed.
We talked about the possibility that we might have strange dreams as a result of our nocturnal repast. Sure enough- in my slumbers last night, I participated in a cooking class led by Martha Stewart. Wow. I made this weird pan of scrambled/baked eggs and somehow it turned out all turquoise colored- but she ate some and said it was wonderful. Well!
In other news, things are going along fine on the moving-in front; we are settling in and the piles of boxes are slowly diminishing. It's starting to feel more like home and less like we are staying in someone else's house...with all our stuff. And it's waaaarm here! Huh! Who knew? It's been in the sixties and seventies recently and I am loving it. And tomorrow morning, I think I'm going yardsaling. This is truly utopia. SO! Book your vacations early, folks! Brad and Claire's B & B is almost ready to open for business! At the risk of sounding like that annoying, whiny-voiced guy Bob - of Bob's Discount Furniture commercials fame- "Come on down!"