Can y'all believe it's Wednesday already? Ding dang!
I've been living here in Wisconsin for a while now and the food is pretty good. I'm getting used to the cheese curds, but I tell ya, I am missing me some Waffle House. There ain't a Waffle House in sight round here, and back in Alabama you can't throw a stone without hittin' one! One time my weird little cousin Charlie came to visit with his family. I remember this visit because Charlie brought a huge boombox with him and carried it around everywhere. Not only did he carry it around, but he played all his crazy songs on full blast all day! Our neighbors didn't mind too much because it provided then some entertainment, but that night when we went out to dinner...whoooooooweee! We walked into the Waffle House, and Charlie came on in with his boombox blasting. I thought the waitress, Wanda, was gonna whoop him good. Charlie's crazy music was drowning out the jukebox and none of those rednecks were happy. Eventually Charlie ended up getting' kicked out, but we brought his grits and waffles outside to him and he still got to eat. Plus, we weren't causing a ruckus, why should we leave? If y'all know where there is a Waffle House near here you let me know. I'll be sure to tell Charlie to leave his boombox at home.