It is Fathers' Day today. We met Sheila, Ken and grandkids at Cracker Barrow for breakfast. Don and I got there a little early to reserve a table for the 7 of us. They called our name before the others had arrived, we went to claim our table and were told we couldn't be seated until everyone was present. We told them our family was about 10 minutes out, but no we could not be seated. So when they did arrive we told the hostess that we had all arrived and she said she would put us at the top of her list. Then she called several groups of 6, 8 and 10 while we waited. We were being nice about it asking her when we would be seated and finally just got in her face and said we want to know WHEN. That's when she finally sat us, I guess one of those people where you have to get aggressive.
Any the food was good and the company better! We hogged the table awhile, we had waited long enough to be seated.
Don and I went to Fleet Farm and then home to read the Sunday papers and take a nap. In the late afternoon we went to Culvers to eat.
From the Minneapolis paper about my home town:
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