While waiting for the great little French brunch spot, Moto (get the hose baked eggs!), to open on Saturday, Hillary and I took a walk around the neighborhood and came across this ominous threat.
While waiting for the great little French brunch spot, Moto (get the hose baked eggs!), to open on Saturday, Hillary and I took a walk around the neighborhood and came across this ominous threat.
mmmm, hose baked eggs!
Yeah, baked with slices of garden hose. Ok. They’re “house baked eggs!”
Damn hillary beat me to the snarky comment!