The only thing that really bothered me about his solo trip was missing breakfast at the Hash House. We discovered this fabulous little restaurant on our last trip to Vegas. Okay, okay - Martha Stewart discovered it, a friend of ours watches Martha Stewart, and she suggested we stop there next time we went South. It was an excellent suggestion!
Twisted Farm Food
That's their motto. They have unique food, good down-home choices, and HUGE portions. I really don't know anyone who could clean their plate at that place, no matter what they ordered. But, it's not just cheap, bulk, average food - it is soooooooo good.
So, as I am home, slaving away as a single parent - cleaning house, diving through the endless laundry pile, trying to put a nutritious dinner on the table (thank you Burger King), buying new baseball cleats because my older son is growing faster than I can clothe him, getting ready for our next metal show, and trying to find some time to read a couple chapters of Mere Christianity (which I can't seem to limit to a couple chapters) - this is the picture my husband sends me from his new cell phone------
I won't be petty and expound on why he sent me a picture of his lunch at Hash House instead of his breakfast, but it's something about not being able to get up this morning after an evening full of activity last night. My only consolation is that his mom reads my blog - so at least he'll be getting chewed out from two of us!
Yeah, my fat-free Cole slaw and leftover hard-boiled egg sandwich tasted just as good while I ate at my desk and worked diligently on my invoices - um I mean, my blog!