so as i watched the commercials on super bowl sunday (i never watch the game. i only care about the commercials and halftime), denny's announced that they were serving free breakfast today, from 6am to 2pm. i filed that little tidbit away in my head and called out "hey babe, wanna get up and go to denny's for a free grand slam on tuesday?"
the hub looked up with an incredulous look on his face. "um, no. i've got work to do at the office."
but as luck would have it, he found his calendar quite clear this morning. and so after getting some stuff done around the apartment, we got ready to get our free grub on. i took the bean and drove my car separately to run an errand first, and as i was getting back in the car, my phone rang.
"um, yeah. there's a line around the fucking block. no freaking way, it's not worth the free food."
so we ended up at trusty ol' flappy jack's, where we enjoyed a delicious, non-free breakfast. oh, well.
oh! tell me how ghetto i am: i found a brand new faconnable shirt that the hub had bought me, oh, probably three years ago when i was still wearing that kind of stuff on a regular basis at my job as an office manager. it still has tags on it, as well as nordstrom's return sticker. i'm never going to wear this thing, and i don't know anyone who would want it.
i'm thinking of taking it back to see if i can get the cash for it. or, at least, have it credited to my nordy's account.
does that make me total ghetto supastah, or what? i'm cackling, just imagining the look on the salesgirl's face when she scans that shit in and it pulls up a transaction from 20-fuckin'-04.
muahahahahahahaha! of course, i shall report back. i think i'll try it tomorrow. oh, yeah.