It was one of those nights, you know the ones. I somehow managed to dump most of our dinner (baked sweet potato fries) on the floor while I was pulling it out of the oven, and that was just the beginning in a series of cataclysmic events. That might be an exaggeration, but it did seem like the world was ending at the time. Eventually we decided to get out of the house and find some dinner elsewhere.
Day 8- Sonic drive-in to the rescue. We were the only car there for most of the time. It was kinda creepy. But I got french fries and jalapeno cheddar poppers so it was worth it.