Not quite.
We tried to stay in bed as long as possible this morning. When we couldn't ignore the kids any longer we got up. John said, "I think if I have to work all day (we're doing a bit of remodeling and some painting, okay a lot of painting) I get to choose to go somewhere for breakfast.
He chose Golden Corral. I tried to talk him out of it. No such luck.
My arteries started clogging when we pulled into the parking lot.
I mean, you can eat healthy while you are there. They have salads and fruit. Who wouldn't want salad for breakfast? But, who chooses the salad? There was one scoop out of the BLT salad this morning, that's it.
We get out of the car, and the line is coming out of the door.
"Do you really want to wait in line?" I asked John, hoping he would say no.
"It won't be that bad," he said.
"I don't know, it looks like it is moving pretty slow," I responded hopefully.
Anyway, no such luck. But, it soon became a laughing matter for me. With each trip to the buffet lines it got even funnier. Trevan got his scrambled eggs, chocolate chip pancakes, and chocolate milk and was soon full. That is, until John bought him a bowl of Lucky Charms, and Golden Grahams then he suddenly had more room in his belly.
Mallary was pretty healthy with her scrambled eggs and watermelon. That is, until I bought her a bowl of gummy bears. Yep, you read that right, G-U-M-M-Y B-E-A-R-S. For breakfast. I am such a good mom. I was literally chuckling in my head when I filled that bowl up with gummy bears, "why not?" I thought.
I had a little bit of quite a few things, a small piece of country ham and red eye gravy (most likely most of you reading this have not ever had this unless you are related to me), chipped beef and gravy (maybe a few more of you have tried that, my dad makes it best though, so no other place compares), a small scoop of the cheesy potato casserole, half a piece of bacon, one bite of french toast, most of a cherry turnover, a biscuit with gravy, two bites of sausage, two pieces of thin sliced potatoes, and then all of a sudden I was at the chocolate station. That's right there is a chocolate station. The bakery is open for breakfast too. Don't you eat brownies, cookies, and carrot cake for breakfast? (Admittedly, I probably have) This is when I really started laughing in my head. 'I think I'll have some fruit pizza, fruit tarts (the pretty ones like they have in Vegas buffet lines), and chocolate covered strawberries. I had to get my fruit servings in. Those things were actually all decent except the strawberries. I even went back for another tart, and picked up a mini coconut cream pie (also when I got the gummy bears), and got a yeast roll with some honey spread too.
I got back to the table ate a few bites of my tart, my coconut cream pie, and part of my yeast roll while I watched Mallary eat her gummy bears, John eat his cream, berry, and syrup smothered pancakes, and Trevan pour sweetner in his chocolate milk and I started laughing... out loud.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"This," pointing to what I was eating, Mallary was eating, he was eating, "and Trevan stirring sweetner in his chocolate milk."
Hope your Saturday started off just as funny.
But, I doubt it.
Off to paint!
We tried to stay in bed as long as possible this morning. When we couldn't ignore the kids any longer we got up. John said, "I think if I have to work all day (we're doing a bit of remodeling and some painting, okay a lot of painting) I get to choose to go somewhere for breakfast.
He chose Golden Corral. I tried to talk him out of it. No such luck.
My arteries started clogging when we pulled into the parking lot.
I mean, you can eat healthy while you are there. They have salads and fruit. Who wouldn't want salad for breakfast? But, who chooses the salad? There was one scoop out of the BLT salad this morning, that's it.
We get out of the car, and the line is coming out of the door.
"Do you really want to wait in line?" I asked John, hoping he would say no.
"It won't be that bad," he said.
"I don't know, it looks like it is moving pretty slow," I responded hopefully.
Anyway, no such luck. But, it soon became a laughing matter for me. With each trip to the buffet lines it got even funnier. Trevan got his scrambled eggs, chocolate chip pancakes, and chocolate milk and was soon full. That is, until John bought him a bowl of Lucky Charms, and Golden Grahams then he suddenly had more room in his belly.
Mallary was pretty healthy with her scrambled eggs and watermelon. That is, until I bought her a bowl of gummy bears. Yep, you read that right, G-U-M-M-Y B-E-A-R-S. For breakfast. I am such a good mom. I was literally chuckling in my head when I filled that bowl up with gummy bears, "why not?" I thought.
I had a little bit of quite a few things, a small piece of country ham and red eye gravy (most likely most of you reading this have not ever had this unless you are related to me), chipped beef and gravy (maybe a few more of you have tried that, my dad makes it best though, so no other place compares), a small scoop of the cheesy potato casserole, half a piece of bacon, one bite of french toast, most of a cherry turnover, a biscuit with gravy, two bites of sausage, two pieces of thin sliced potatoes, and then all of a sudden I was at the chocolate station. That's right there is a chocolate station. The bakery is open for breakfast too. Don't you eat brownies, cookies, and carrot cake for breakfast? (Admittedly, I probably have) This is when I really started laughing in my head. 'I think I'll have some fruit pizza, fruit tarts (the pretty ones like they have in Vegas buffet lines), and chocolate covered strawberries. I had to get my fruit servings in. Those things were actually all decent except the strawberries. I even went back for another tart, and picked up a mini coconut cream pie (also when I got the gummy bears), and got a yeast roll with some honey spread too.
I got back to the table ate a few bites of my tart, my coconut cream pie, and part of my yeast roll while I watched Mallary eat her gummy bears, John eat his cream, berry, and syrup smothered pancakes, and Trevan pour sweetner in his chocolate milk and I started laughing... out loud.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"This," pointing to what I was eating, Mallary was eating, he was eating, "and Trevan stirring sweetner in his chocolate milk."
Hope your Saturday started off just as funny.
But, I doubt it.
Off to paint!
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The morning of my wedding, my father tried to convince my mother and I to go to Golden Corral with him, and couldn't understand why we didn't want to. He went by himself anyway.
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