Hello, old friend.
Today was my first Qdoba breakfast burrito of 2016. I visited the Qdoba around the corner from my office this morning and was treated like a long lost friend. Something about getting breakfast at the same place 2-3 times a week for 7 years, and then suddenly working from home and dropping to once every few months.
It’s nice to be remembered.
Good times, great burritos.
Ltitle Miss Thing, age 6: “Mom, he’s not doing dishes right.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Well, she’s not doing her fair share.”
Wonderful Wife: “Guys, can we be more positive, please?”
DM: “I’m positive she’s not doing her fair share.”
LMT: “I’m positive you stink.”
Me: “It’s just you and me for dinner. Let’s go to BW3s.”
LMT: “No way. I hate BW3s. No way. No way. I hate bw3s. What is BW3s?”
Me: “They have chicken fingers and cheese fries and corn dogs. You’ll love it.”
LMT: “No way. I hate BW3s.”
Me: “They give you little tablets and you can play games the whole time.”
LMT: “I love BW3s!”
Very Vocal Viking 