Braaaaaains

We're headed to my grandma's house today, and while I think they have a computer to access the internets, interlink, and world wide webs, I doubt they have WiFi. I'll upload photos tomorrow.

I continue to be amazed by the hotel lobby waffle maker. I wonder how long the average person would wait in line for a waffle. Seven hours? The eggs (nummies, as Lyla would say) come just before the waffles, so to get them you have to stand in line with the waffle eaters. The overall mood and temperament of these folks reminds me of zombies with empty plates, waiting in line for brains.

A one-night stay in a hotel with a toddler requires a luggage cart, so off I go to fetch one. As I pass through the lobby, if I notice the waffle makers are available, then damn it anyway, I'll probably stop.

***Update***
Here's a photo.


Can't you picture a little boy in that stroller?