Last week when Sarah and Ezra were in town, they invited me to go to waffles with them. I had a client, but I was able to see them in the afternoon so I wasn’t too crestfallen. Until I heard about these waffles, and saw the pictures. Last night I spent twenty minutes looking at wafflewindow.com, trying to decide what I would order if I was ever so lucky to go there. Look at these waffles, just look at how good they look.
Google tells me that my house to Waffle Window is an 8 mile run, which isn’t too bad. Unless I wanted to get home again somehow. I guess I could save it for a few months from now when there’s actually a remote possibility I might do a 16 mile run. But will I want a waffle in the middle of a 16 mile run? Will I want one even after an 8 mile run? I guess next time I run 8 miles I’ll have to see if I feel like eating a waffle immediately afterward, to test things out.
Anyway, my point is that you should let me know if you ever feel like going on an 8 mile waffle run with me. Or I guess if you just want to drive there with me, I’d probably do that too.