Today was Mother’s Day and Captain Jelly Belly and Gal Smiley (with the help of Sir Monkeypants) got me some lovely blue-purple flowers. They made me really happy and I love my little family a whole, whole bunch.
To celebrate, we decided to go to Denny’s for lunch, which is a little family special-occasion tradition. We always go there when friends from Toronto are visiting because there are no Denny’s in Toronto, and when we offer up the Denny’s for dinner everyone always says yes and it’s a matter of half hour at most before I’m face deep in a French Slam with a side order of rye toast.
But when we got there, it was closed! Not closed as in, the owner had a family emergency kind of closed, but closed as in, boarded up, blinds drawn, sign removed. Closed!
Farewell, stacks of pancakes with a lump of butter so big it looks like a scoop of ice cream! So long, huge portions of scrambled eggs that leave me drowsy with protein! Goodbye, oh you delicious hash browns, you! Sunday brunches will never be the same again.