I like eating at that place. There's a couple of them in Columbus.
In other news, it's time to put the "big kid" carseat in for Allie. Growing like a weed. I've never actually sat around watching a weed grow, but I just like to pull cliche's out that I don't have personal experience with. We do that every day.
Like, when you're tired, "I'm all tuckered out." Tuckered? Must have been named after "Tucker" the 1940's automobile. Or former Browns O-lineman Ryan Tucker. Or my fellow Lake-alumnus Harold Tuck. Or Annette Tucker.
Like, when you're hungry, "I'm starving." Even the slightest yearning for food gets classified as "starving" by a spoiled American like me who really has never had to go without food for any length of time.
Like, when you're angry... "I'm ticked." What do microscopic insects have to do with my anger? a "tick"? Or maybe I'm unknowingly referring to the sound a clock makes. "I'm tick-tocked."
Or when you're full, "I'm stuffed." Well, I guess that one makes sense. Nevermind.
(Disclaimer: While the above verbal diatribe lacks humor, content, and purpose, the author still felt the desire to write SOMETHING on his blogger tonight. Thanks for any understanding and grace you may give. Sincerely, the unsilent majority.)
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