A Gift From Heaven?
I may have mentioned in a post or two before that I love the greasy goodness of Denny's Restaurants. I firmly believe the Grand Slam is a gift from a greater being.
The downside of my love affair with Denny's is that they are only located in the United States and the only opportunities I get to enjoy them is when I happen to travel across the border.
Imagine my surprise when I was on my way home this evening from London, Ontario (a mere 40 minutes away) and off in the distance, I spot a yellow glow. As I squinted to focus in on the beacon of brightness, I slowly begin to comprehend what is before my eyes...
I couldn't believe my eyes - there it was - at a truck stop along the highway. A truck stop that I drive by a few times a month. I started to squeal (yes squeal) and point. J couldn't figure out what my problem was until his gaze followed my finger.
"Holy hell, you're going to be 400 lbs" was his response. Some would say those would be fighting words, but I was too happy to let his negativity burst my bubble of joy. Guess where I'm going for Sunday breakfast?