It’s called breakfast for dinner. It’s a thing.
The Ghost of Don Adam’s stirs.
This actually happened when my sister was born! And again when my mother had to go back into the hospital!!
Guilty!
Not in Wyoming! We had snow, yesterday.
Fuel up yourself and your car, at the same time!
History, mayby?
I get it, but I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Too easily misunderstood.
Up hill…both ways!
Beat me, too.
It’s called breakfast for dinner. It’s a thing.