She is my self proclaimed life coach and my amazing karaoke duet partner. I suppose she chose herself as my life coach because we both have such an unconditional love for McChickens and Bud Light no matter what they may do to us. She also serves as my gracious host (along with Easy E) on my Christmas break vacations to the Sunshine State. The name Coach also comes from the fact that she is the coach of our slow pitch softball team (which I will return to upon my return to Florida) and our kickball team (which I will be joining once I get back as well). Once in Florida while eating our traditional Sunday morning feast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and mimosas (we were the only two present this particular week), we learned (at my expense I may add) that breakfast gumbo tastes like yuck. I mean think about it, pancakes and syrup good, bacon and syrup good, eggs and syrup not bad (think McGriddle), but eggs, bacon, syrup, and strawberry pancakes... not good.
Here is a better picture of her actual face.
This was at our fancy New Year's Eve Party 2009. It says she's formal, but she's here to party.
2 comments:
can i just say that i thought the story that started about breakfast was surely going to turn into me using the spatula to 'fan myself' :) lol
thanks for the into- coach
i can't believe i missed an opportunity to tell that story... i'm sure it will come up soon
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