Not for the reasons you are thinking. [Naughty!]
sigh. [yeah, me too] And you thought this was going to be a fun post. giggle
Here's the scoop:
Last week Pooldad took in another of our luscious leftovers [his manicotti] to work for lunch. Most of his co-workers order out. He is the only one that brings his lunch. He has a tendency to "stink up" the office with what he brings when he heats it up.
His boss [the owner] noticed it and said "Pooldad I am feeling fried chicken."
You know what this means, right?
Pooldad looked at his boss, smiled and said "Let me check with Skippy." Before bossman ever heard the answer to "checking with Skippy" my husband had a giftcard in his hand and a request for fried chicken and all the fixins'.
Which means that I am making a boatload of fried chicken in the morning. Which also means that I have to be awake, coherent and able at 6 am.
So, no late night chats. No middle of the morning blog rolling. I need to go to bed.
Isn't there some kind of codicil that states that bringing in fried chicken to work said employee deserves a raise?
ETA: 6:00 AM - I am awake. And knocking out 25 pieces of chicken. I love my husband. :D
ETA: 10 AM - Ta Da!
Coleslaw, corn muffins, mashed taters with gravy, chicken and key lime pie. I am done. See ya' on the flip side Tadpoles. [Breakfast was awesome, btw.]