Yes this is a blog about food ~ breakfast on the northside, eggs, rye toast, yada, yada.
Good, cheap eats.
So I got a text message last night. Since when did it become socially acceptable to text message everything, aka, feelings and breakfast invites- I think I am beginning to hate text messaging. Any message with the word "end" in it, especially from a guy I am currently up and down with sends out a red flag. So I approached the diner this morning with much trepidation. Prepared and able to handle the worst news only to find that it was breakfast with me and HIS boys. In HIS message he was simply trying to be sweet. That's why I like food more than boys most days, or at least I wish that statement was true.
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