We have had a number of memorable Valentine’s Day evenings working late, on-call, and stopping for dinner at random places on the way home. One year we stopped at this little Asian place it seemed like a hole in the wall, atypical date night spot. We walk in and they had the place completely decked out in all shades of red and pink. The lights were dim and a candle was on the table, complete with a handful of those gross heart shaped candies with “Be Mine” stamped on them. It was super cheeky, but we looked at each other laughed.
It’s sort of a tradition at this point. When you’re both tired, hungry, incapable of one more decision, and smell like a full day of large animal practice, you really don’t want to go somewhere nice. Waffle House was our savior this year. Pecan waffle for her and chocolate chip for me. We regret nothing. Oh, and we definitely weren’t the shadiest characters in that joint.
What else would you expect from two people who met in a pig barn?
Love your way.
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