sandtrapped.

tonight i went to my dad's before he got home from work. i sat outside and journaled by the pool until he got home. we were both pretty hungry and decided to go to the sandtrap for dinner, of course. i think i have been there about 76 times in the past month. usually i go with my dad and my grandma. the last time we went, she wore slippers, and it was awesome.

(i did not notice the slippers until i kept stepping on something soft underneath the table. i had no clue what it was - maybe a stack of napkins? it definitely wasn't the leg of the table. finally she said, "you're stepping on my foot". i thought, no way is that a shoe... its too soft. when we left, i noticed it wasn't a shoe; it was a slipper.)

they have a grilled buffalo chicken salad that i LOVE. i get it every single time we are there. literally. i always look at the menu to amuse myself... but i have never even considered anything else.

however, tonight, i may have reached my breaking point. i might actually be tired of the buffalo chicken salad. i didn't finish the salad, and i always finish my salad... but i think i'm finally burnt out on this meal. next time, i may just order the catfish nuggets.