It’s all Chip’s fault.

At midnight, the wife-type-person said “Hey, let’s go to Waffle House!”. So, we drove 25 miles and had breakfast, the first time I’ve eaten at a Waffle House in eight years.

I blame this all on Chip Rosenthal. Chip, what do you have to say for yourself?

One Response to 'It’s all Chip’s fault.'

  1. chip Says:

    Mmmmmmm, waffles.