I'm a little embarrassed when the hubs and I go to our favorite greasy spoon for breakfast and I order a chicken fried steak and he orders a dainty plate of pancakes and when our orders come, the waitress gives me the pancakes.
And the man at the table gets the chicken fried steak.
Same thing happened the time that I ordered "The Hungry Man's Breakfast".
What. I like a lot of breakfast, okay?
Sometimes I feel like eating a man breakfast for dinner. In the privacy of my own home, thankyouverymuch. Mmm.
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