“I don’t feel right. And I have all these bags under my eyes.”
“Wait! I don’t want to know, so…never mind.”
I never get tired of Petey being awesome.
Don’t ask the old lady in the main house to join you for dinner. She’s already stuffed.
I’m worried for Travis because she looks manipulative, and I would hate to see him fall for a bunch of head games.
No necks and only one nostril each.
Interesting phrasing, and it might just be a regional thing. Where I’m from in the Midwest, “in the Wallace’s yard” and “on the Wallace’s grass” are both common, but I’ve never heard “on the Wallace’s yard.”
This seems pretty sketchy. No, wait…
Okay, a lot of folks are getting greedy here, but if it can only be one, I’d go with the Maple Syrup Breakfast, especially since they appear to be in the part of the country where it might be very fresh and very real maple syrup. (I’m taking the covered bridge to be a clue.) Coffee and donuts are nice, but I’ve pretty much weaned myself off donuts and don’t need to backslide, and I’m sure that there’s coffee at the breakfast place or they’d’ve gone out of business a long time ago. And cheese has a shelf life and can be shipped, so I could just order something fancy from home later on if I can’t get it out of my head. But right now? Bring on the pancakes and sausage and the maple goodness!!!
Poor Owen. Someone’s gonna have to lift his spirit.