I love you and Waffle House,
Maybe if I play my cards right, I will also get DINNER. Perhaps a waffle and hashbrowns, scattered, smothered AND covered. I will be one lucky girl. And a cheap date. Gosh, I love Waffle House.
For our date tonight, Jim Gaffigan will probably be dressed casually in jeans, t-shirt and worn jacket. I, however, don't have a thing to wear.
Oh, Get Over It ... I know some of you read that installment above and might have felt a little judgmental about my admission of having a Secret Boyfriend, a term I should credit to Mrs. G. But quit being so sanctimonious. We all have them. I would like to take you back a couple of decades and point out that ours is not the first generation to have Secret Boyfriends.
While Tom Brokaw co-hosted The Today Show with Jane Pauley in the late '70s and early '80s, my mother sat on the edge of the couch each morning, eating breakfast and drooling. For six solid years. It was a pathetic scene to behold. Tom Brokaw could have sat in front of the camera counting to 100,000 and picking his nose, and my mother wouldn't have budged.
Tom Brokaw co-hosted The Today Show from 1976-82, which equates to six years of early morning lust and desire on the part of my mother. Whatever.
She frequently claimed that if Tom Brokaw ever knocked on our front door, she would be out of there, leaving us and our father behind. (The apple does not fall far from the tree, as I have felt the same way about Brian Williams. Mercy.) So, you could say, the longevity of my parents' 44-year marriage is due in large part to Tom Brokaw never showing up on our doorstep to sweep my mother off her feet.
----------------------It's the weekend. Go on a date. Have a few laughs with your Secret (or Real) Boyfriend. Spend $3.50 at Waffle House. Watch The Nightly News...