Me: “You sure do love to read.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “When I get a job, all I’m going to buy is food, shelter, and books.”
Me: “No clothing?”
DM: (pause)
DM: “If I have any money left over.”
Me: “I like your priorities.”
Me: “You sure do love to read.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “When I get a job, all I’m going to buy is food, shelter, and books.”
Me: “No clothing?”
DM: (pause)
DM: “If I have any money left over.”
Me: “I like your priorities.”
Waitress: “Did we save room for dessert?”
Me: “No. Not even close.”
My Oldest, age 15: “Talk to me.”
Oldest: (orders pie)
Me: “Are you sure about that?”
Oldest: “I may throw up, but it will be worth it. Go Big Or Go Home.”
Me: “I knew I was raising you right.”
After tucking in the girl and the wife at the hospital for the night, I stumble on The Elbow Room, a local Pensacola pizza and beer place with board games and Star Trek memorabilia mixed in with a red light speakeasy decor, and an old school juke box full of 50s-60s music. So far Sinatra, Sam Cooke and Del Shannon “Wanderer” have played.
Oh, and the pizza is amazing (sausage mushroom bacon onion, of course).
This place is so perfect, I suspect aliens read my most secret desires and created this place just for me. If I get abducted, it was worth it.
Thank you, Elbow Room, this is exactly what I needed after a rough couple of days.