Last week, Stacey forwarded Skillet’s menu with, “I must HAVE the trailer-made corndogs!” We penciled it in. While we waited in line, I noticed their Freemont Faux Pas.
For the record: it’s Fremont. NOT Freemont.
I’m rather displeased today seemed like Fall. Tonight at Vanessa’s she made curry which fit the mood.
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What’s weird is that people never seem to be able to get “Fremont” right, either up there in the Great Northwest, or down here in the Glitter Gulch.
Bastards.
Bastards, indeed.
I wonder if the Bay Area has the same issue too…