Good Morning Gentle Readers,
High School classes on Mondays get a late start. It's a sop to the teacher unions and it rankles, but it also means that The Boy and I go to breakfast after we dump the House Blond off in front of the junior high.
The half hour we spend over hash browns and eggs is our private time and we discuss manly things like shootin' irons, road trips, the finer points of a dual battery set-up in a boat, or stuff like this.....
Left my wallet in the truck so I asked Jacob to fetch it while I wolfed down what was left of the chorizo (with peppers, mushrooms, onions) and eggs (over medium). Instead, he was proud to use his ATM card to take care of breakfast. An unexpected Kodak moment along the way.
Fifteen bucks for breakfast (and a fiver tip--good service, man). WTH? And you think their ain't been no inflation? Guess it isn't 1983 anymore.
Photo Credit: TWC 10-24-2010 ©