My husband’s all-time favorite restaurant is Yardbird in Miami. It’s got bacon. It’s got fried chicken. It’s got bourbon. We were waiting for our three-month window so we could make our holiday reservation. Done!
When we were last there, Adam bemoaned the fact that they didn’t have T-shirts for sale. He’s been hounding the site looking for them and was thrilled when he found them.
The box came today. Adam was at work. Pie saw it. “What’s in there?”
“It’s Daddy’s T-shirt, I’m guessing, from Yardbird,” I told her.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Pretty sure. What else would he be getting from Yardbird?”
Pie shrugged and said matter-of-factly, “Bourbon.”
Oops.
Hahahaha!! That’s too funny 😉