Robots and Waffles

Today was an Exciting Excursion day. First we headed to Harlem for some chicken and waffles at Amy Ruth's. It was, in a word, outfuckingstanding (that's called infixing, or tmesis, by the way. In English we do it almost exclusively when swearing. Cool, huh?). Robert and I both got the Al Sharpton (mine was fried and smothered, his just fried). Serious, serious goodness. Robert told me later that he wished he'd gotten smothered, but I assured him that he could next time. I hear they make a mean sweet tea and Red Velvet Cake there, too, but we didn't have room to try them. I know you probably won't believe this, but we actually didn't finish our meals. I must be gettin' old, cause there's only so much sweet starch and fried meat goodness I can take in a single sitting these days. Man, never thought I'd see the day I'd put that in print...

After our yummy lunch we headed to the Upper West Side to go to Robot Village so that Robert could at last buy his Birthday Robot (it hadn't been released yet at his birthday), and Zion could buy his Thunder Robot (a robot figure he's been lusting after since his last trip there in July). Liel got a little robot, too, and everyone left happy.

The weather was gorgeous, and to top it all off, I got to wear my latest knitting project, completed last night. It's a super cropped, bulky, V-neck sweater. I don't have any pictures yet, but we'll be carving pumpkins this afternoon, so hopefully it can all work out.