well, not exactly
I was on the way home from work Sunday when Papa Frog and I were trying to figure out what to have for dinner. In our household, this is a conversation much like an election in Florida – it always starts out innocent enough with the best of intentions and usually ends in total confusion, with at least one party drowning in disappointment and bitterness while debating the costs of therapy and a battle before the supreme court. Papa Frog suggests Chinese food (what? he NEVER suggests Chinese…) and asks Shortstack what he thinks.
‘Sure! *insert dramatic pause* O’Charley’s is Chinese, right?’
