On Tuesday or Wednesday last week, I thought about a dish I love at our friend’s restaurant. But it is only served for Sunday brunch so there were like 17 reasons I couldn’t have it.
When I woke up yesterday I couldn’t immediately find Bill in the house, and it was 10am, and my brain immediately went “HE REMEMBERED HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO EAT TOFU BENEDICT AND IS GETTING IT FOR YOU RIGHT NOW” except no, he was in the basement recording music.
I made him take me to the restaurant so I could eat it anyway.
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