Slow Sunday

A slow Sunday.  We went for breakfast at Perkins, ordered waffles, eggs and bacon.  When our meals came all was cool to cold.  The waffle had collapsed in on itself - like it had been made awhile before hand.  I asked for a new breakfast, Don just opped to have his microwaved.  The server, Jennifer was most accommodating.  The second breakfast was fine.  When Jennifer brought us our bill she also brought two of their large muffins.  The moral of the story "can't fool us Perkins".

Are my grandsons contemplating the pending government closing?  More than likely Josh is thinking about the homecoming dance and Zach is looking for something "interesting" to do.