I like them both for different reasons. Popeyes customer service is terrible though.
I like them both for different reasons. Popeyes customer service is terrible though.
When you get to MO just remember to get their fried gizzards.Damn truth, so horrible I refuse to eat there.
When you get to MO just remember to get their fried gizzards.
Yep not available in MN either but I get them when in KCOh my mom makes them and I love them!!! So hard to get here!
I really do like fried livers, but gizzards I just don't understand. Like chewing a rubber band.When you get to MO just remember to get their fried gizzards.
Love it. A child can make you feel like your the greatest person that has ever lived. Of course, they can also make you feel absolutely worthless, if the mood strikes them, but we don't need to visit that place just now...A little bit more of Owen.
We had the boys for an overnighter Easter Sunday. They actually did stuff beside screens. Eli ran my ZT mower without hanging it up on the garden fence and Owen rode with me on the smokey tractor while I aerated the lawn. So, get the guys ready for bed and Owen wants a story read to him. Grandma gets a book to read to Owen, but Owen tells grandma that I have to read it to him. That's a first. Read him the book, he curls up and goes to sleep.
I'm always the first one up in the morning, anywhere between 5 and 6AM. I roll downstairs Monday morning, aka the first day of vacation, and make myself a cup of coffee. I turn around and there's Owen standing behind me, rubbing his eye with one hand and holding the book I read the night before in the other. I ask him what's up and he just hands me the book. We wander over to the couch and he snuggles next to me. I read two pages and he's out. He stayed like that for almost an hour and a half. Enough so my arm fell asleep.
Grandma comes downstairs about 7:30, just about when Owen wakes up. She asks him what he's doing down here. He told her that he wanted grandpa to read to him again because he does it better.
There's going to be a lot less about Owen and Eli for a while. Today will be the last school day they spend with us for the foreseeable future. Owen starts back a pre-school full time on Monday, which he really needs. Eli finally got his act together and will be doing his remote learning from home.
That's classic, brother!My wife dared me to post about the latest Owen incident. After almost 47 years years she should know better. Also, I raised daughters, not sons, and there was no hand book. It's good for a laugh.
We'd been out earlier to get new MC helmets for the boys and myself. They out grew theirs, mine was five years old. When we got back to the car and left, I really had to take a leak. Along I-88 in the Chitown west 'burbs during a raging downpour ain't the place to pull over for a call of nature pit stop. We get back to the house as I am seeing things in a yellow tint. I run into the downstairs potty and, Ahhhh. But only for about ten seconds.
Owen barges in and says, "Grandpa, can I pee with you?" Before I can say "No" and "shut the damn door", Owen has his wang out and starts to challenge me. Then Owen says, "Grandpa, my penis is tiny but your penis is big. Will my penis get big like yours someday?" At this point, I'm past being embarrassed. I'm now coughing and trying not to laugh. I hear grandma giggling in the kitchen. Owen runs out of the bathroom, into the kitchen, and tells grandma that he has a tiny penis but grandpa has a big one. Grandma is now in hysterics. When she can finally breathe and speak, she tells me that Owen is why she locks the bathroom door.