Tonight we drove around for more than an hour to find a restaurant that didn't have an hour long wait.
We did not find one.
I made spaghetti.
Well, my MIL did the assembling while I juggled the fussy baby that fell asleep on the ridiculous drive.
I was thinking it and my MIL voiced it, "So, do you think we're in a recession?"
We couldn't even find a parking spot to park to go in and ask about a table in a couple places. And there were people shopping everywhere I ventured out today.
I'm sorry. If there's a recession, it isn't happening on Saturdays where I live.
I think we're choosing not to participate.