Thank you to everyone who is bringing us a meal. As of right now (Monday morning) we are all set with meals. So if you were going to contact me, but haven’t had a chance yet, we are all set. Thank you for the thought. I think my freezer will be so full it may explode.
Speaking of food. If you have time and want to read my silly little story read on. If you’re in a hurry, you can close this now.
On our trip to U of M last Thursday I was convinced I came up with a new word all by my big bad self. There is a gas station in Fowlerville with a restaurant attached to it. It always catches my eye because it has a blue roof and has a Germanesque feel to the building. So I thought to myself…there should be a name for gas stations that have restaurants attached to them. Eureka! Gastaurant!
So in my moment of brilliant glee I blurt out GASTAURANT to Dusty. He says..”huh? What? What are you talking about?” He has that intense look on his face. He likes to pretend he’s a race car driver and tends to get road rage with people who go below the speed limit and ride in the left lane. I say “gas station + restaurant = gastaurant! I made up a new word!” A few miles later, after I wouldn’t stop talking about how awesome I am, he had the audacity to challenge my amazing mind and said “google it”. How dare he?!
“Google it?” I say. So I did. Did you know Gastaurant is in the encyclopedia? Neither did I. Here’s the definition:
Gastaurant
`Gastaurant`, a portmanteau of gas station and restaurant, refers to a class of fueling stations which also incorporate a franchise-based restaurant (such as McDonald`s or Taco Bell) in the same facility.
Who knew? Not me.