On Tuesday, we took the afternoon off to recycle an ancient lawnmower, visit a coin shop (BIG needed some mercury dimes) and enjoy a coupon for some free "boneless chicken wings" at the Quaker Steak and Lube.
"Hey, this is like chicken fingers for grownups!", it was declared. I'd never thought about it before. Kind of lessens the experience.
That coupon has been burning a hole in BIG's pocket since it was attached to his Lake County Captain's ticket in August.
The root beer was good, too.
Of course we all signed a beer deckle (at least that's what my wife calls them) for the scrapbook.
