I feel all fuzzy.
Bill got home from work and we decided to go partake of fish and chips (or chicken fingers and chips for me) and a pint. The reason for this extravagance you may ask? Why, tis our eleven month anniversary today. We are a mere month away from being married for an entire 366 days. Blimey.
We ended up at the Brickstore Pub in Decatur and had a lovely meal sat up on the second floor balcony area looking down and spying on everyone else. I had a very tasty dark wheat beer and won’t be using the sewing machine this evening now for fear I may sew my fingers to the fabric. Instead, I shall perch on the sofa, flanked by doggies, and glow.
Brickstore Pub
Molly noticed they sell Theakston’s Old Peculiar.. and says you’ll have to take dadsy there! But check their spelling
Brickstore Pub
Molly noticed they sell Theakston’s Old Peculiar.. and says you’ll have to take dadsy there! But check their spelling