Sunshine + Lack of wind = One happy Lori.
There is a new Chick-Fil-A opening right by my house and today they were giving away free chicken sandwiches and coupons for free chicken sandwiches! So when I walked up the very nice lady was all, "Hey! Does your little guy want one too?" My response, "He sure does! Thanks." I had no idea if Garrett would eat it but if not, that meant more for me and I was okay with that. Turns out he did like it--just not quite as much as he liked the Jamba Juice we shared.
I'd never had Chick-fil-A until I moved here. Actually, I never had it until my parents came to visit at the end of March. It's good. Once upon a time I thought it was pronounced chickfilla. I wasn't too bright, apparently, and didn't realize that the capital "A" meant it was supposed to be pronounced hard. I explained this to Troy one day back at the end of 2007 and kind of laughed and called myself a dork. Troy then admitted to me that he thought the very same thing. Birds of a feather flock together I guess. But given the fact that both of us are college graduates and my husband has a master's degree in something I had to work to learn how to pronounce, I'm thinking this can't be a problem limited only to us.
In my mind I will always refer to it as Chickfilla. I can't help it.