Bitches alone

And that's ok.

Sometimes as a traveling bitch, you travel alone. So when you do you stop at a windmill to eat like a motherfucking boss.
seriously? Awesome


Feeling peckish on my drive I stopped at Anderson's Pea Soup for, of course, pea soup.
Can't argue with the classics


The inside was full of people I consider “seniors “ but I’m beginning to suspect are “peers”
Love the interior, tho - reminds me of our ice rink.
I wish I could hate you, but goddammit, you're probably on my phone tree


Soup was actually a really good choice. I don’t think that crispy tacos would have been nearly as soothing to my post endoscopy throat. Although mmmm - crispy tacos

Made it to my kid's place and they have been a wonderful host. Not really sure how I managed that.


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