Montgomery Biscuits

Me: “So, we’ll be in Montgomery around dinner time. Surely there’s somewhere fun and local we can eat?”

Wonderful Wife: “Hmm… this app shows what’s along our route. It looks like all chain restaurants. Oh, wait, this sounds great. What do you think of trying The Montgomery Biscuits?”

Me: “Uh, yeah! That sounds exactly like the type of awesome Southern food I was hoping to find! ”

WW: “Oh, and they even scored a 4.8 out of 5.0.”

Me: “WOW! We are totally eating there! Wait… better check their hours. They may close early on Sundays.”

WW: “Good idea. I’m Googling it right now… and…”

(hysterical laughter)

Me: “Are you OK, Honey? What’s wrong?”

WW: “We might want to keep looking. The Montgomery Biscuits is the minor league baseball team.”

Me: (slow blink)

There is Time

Me: “If we budget for it, could we do Europe next summer?”

Wonderful Wife: “I’d love to do Europe!”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “No, we can’t go to Europe.”

Me: “Why is that?”

DM: “I haven’t learned Old Norse yet.”

(pause)

Me: “I love you, little viking dude.”