Mmm. Hoagie Saturday.
Yep, it's as good as it sounds.
A tradition that started back in December when Hubs and I moved into our house, each Saturday we walk about a block and half to a tiny yet unbelievably scrumptious "sub shop" tucked quaintly amongst the houses of our tree-lined streets. With the smell of freshly baked breads and Italian spiced meats wafting down the street, it's a must stop-in-and-order whenever we pass by.
Especially during late Saturday morning dog walks.
And so the tradition began.. Hubs would go in and order "the usual" while Sully and I hung out on the stoop, happily greeting the other Saturday regulars. We then walk the subs back home, divvy up the potato chips (Hubs always gets more than me!) and lazily share stories from our work week, conjour up plans for the weekend and toss around summer vacation destination ideas.
Until this Saturday.
Unfortunately, both Hubs and I had to be at work early this morning, in two very different, very far away cities! Therefore, neither one of us was able to meet up for our Saturday morning walk to the sub shop.
Instead, during our early afternoon dog walk past the sub shop,
I could've sworn I heard Sully whimper as I tugged at his leash,
coaxing him across the street and in the other direction.
Saturdays just aren't the same without Hubs OR our hoagies!