Now, back to our regularly-scheduled crazy:
Did you know I am a little bit (okay, a lot a bit) addicted to groupon?
Sometime during Thanksgiving break, groupon demanded I visit The Breakfast Place in Attleboro. I'm sure you know that when the internets make a demand, you must obey, lest they withhold information just when you need it.
For example, say you wake up in the middle of the night and can't remember the name of Col. Potter's horse on M*A*S*H.*** You ask the internets for the info so you can peacefully go back to sleep and the internets cross their arms like a petulant toddler girl and say, "No." May as well do some laundry because you're all done sleeping for the night.
So when the internets wanted us to go to The Breakfast Place, I said, "Okay!"
|Can I get a "Nom nom nom"?|
Did you know I am done with school now, speaking of heaven? That means I could theoretically go there for breakfast whenever I want. Or at least between 6am and 2 pm, cause that's when they're open. Every single day! Huzzah!
***Col. Potter's horse's name was Sophie. RIP Col. Potter.