the wholeway plan

so this morning my old man was like - let's go out and get some breakfast and i was all - great, okay, fine by me. he was like - where do you want to go? and i was like - where ever is fine by me.

and it is -- the "where ever" café is always fine by me. i really am happy to go where ever someone will cook my food and bring it to me and clean up afterwards. now, that being said, what i also really do like is to go different places, but my old man's not so much for trying the new places, so we usually go the regular places because i am simply happy for someone else to do the cooking and cleaning. the trying something new part, that's just an added pleasure.

another thing i enjoy is a ride in the country. i like to ride around in the car anywhere but especially in the country. sort of like a puppy. only, not.

so he goes - where ever is fine by you? and i go - yep! but what i am thinking is how it would be nice to drive out in the country and eat at some diner in a small town around here. but i don't say it because it sounds sort of vague and really only the sort of halfway plan that would never actually land us at a breakfast table but rather have us driving aimlessly around the countryside for hours in a hunger-induced bicker, and i am fairly certain if i suggest it he would say precisely that - that driving around in the country wouldn't get us any closer to breakfast, and i am wishing i knew an actual place out in the country to head towards because then it wouldn't be a halfway plan, it would be a wholeway plan.

so then.

what happened next was.

my old man goes.

how about we drive out the road a piece and go to this diner that i've heard is good, out in the country a bit? would you want to do that?

i was in the car before he finished talking.