I’m sporting a little Mohawk this morning. Mommy calls it bedhead. I’m just slow moving this morning. My get up and go went without warning. I’m tired. Heck, I didn’t even get mom up for breakfast. She had to get me up. Now, I’m going back to bed.
Can ya’ll do me a favor? If you find my get up and go, will you return it to me? I’m off to snuggle down deep in my Egyptian cotton sheet. Wake me if the Hotel Thompson is on fire. Snorts.
As you read here, Tuesday, 07/29/2014, was National Chicken Wing Day. A local restaurant here called Hooters on Tara was having a special on all you can eat chicken wings that day. Mommy promised to take daddy so he could show them what he has – snorts. First off let me throw some shout outs to Keisha who was our waitress (you were AWESOME!) and to Mike the manager. Mike has helped us out here on my blog in the past when Rockelle and Benedict went on a date a while back. Mike’s awesome!
So when mom got off of the worky place, she rushed home in Albert and picked up daddy. Daddy in preparation had walked 2 miles and had a ‘light breakfast’. He had his game face on and was ready. Mom picked him up and off they went to the Hooters on Tara.
I was able to get these pictures all off of mom’s iPhone. Be prepared to be astonished my dear friends.
One of dad’s favorite things in the world are tater tots. And just fortunately mom had a coupon for a free appetizer at Hooters – thanks Hooters – so they got this amazing tater tot appetizer to the right. Doesn’t it look amazing!? That’s tater tots covered with gooey cheese, onions, sour cream and bacon. Daddy didn’t tell me about that bacon until I saw this picture. Tsk-tsk bad daddy!
Then the fun started. They would bring you 10 wings at a time – whatever flavor you wanted. These are pictures of dad’s platters. Picture to the left – medium breaded. They have just a little zip to them as far as heat when you eat them. Picture in the middle – Cajun breaded. They have a zip of a different kind. This zip is from the Cajun spices and are probably dad’s favorites. Then the picture to the right – BBQ breaded. These are M.E.S.S.Y. I don’t care how many wet wipes or napkins you have to clean up with, you are going to be wearing these. In fact, dad jumped in and wouldn’t wipe down until he was finished with these. Mommy said that at one point, she thought she was going to have to take him out front and hose him down – snorts.
So you’re calculating to yourself thinking well played daddy – he had 30 wings. You would be wrong my friends. Mommy couldn’t finish one of her plates. She had 13 – daddy called her a wussy. I’m not sure what that means. That left 7 off of mom’s plate though and dad ate them. I told you watch out Joey Chestnut! Drum roll please – dad ate 37 wings! 57.14% of you voted on Tuesday saying that daddy would eat more than 21 – you were right!
So you would think that’s the end of the story. Daddy ate to his heart’s content and put away 37 chicken wings. Nope. I gotta add my two cents now – snorts. Daddy was miserable. Can you say Tums and Pepto Bismol? Those were his two close friends when he got back to the Hotel Thompson. Can you say multiple trips to the facilities here all.night.long? Snorts – I think he finally admitted it to mom last night – he’s not as young as he once was. Mom and dad both are eating so light today it’s not funny. I think they are calling for salads all around for dinner for the rest of the week. In fact, when daddy got up this morning he told mommy, “I’m surprise I haven’t coughed feathers or squawked like a chicken”. Snorts – silly daddy!
But don’t worry my friends. I think dad is entering an all you can eat biscuits and gravy competition this weekend – snorts.
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