
Wade, Heidi's husband was there too, but I'll spare him of the embarrassment of the jumping photo. (you're welcome.)

We started off with the fried pickles. (excuse the horrible photo quality) Let me tell you I hate pickles. hate them. But not these. They were actually so good!

Yep, that is a lot of chicken. 18 pieces of it. (the other two were on another part of the table) And it didn't disappoint. Definitely the best fried chicken I've ever had.

The next day we ran the Eye 5k for Jason's school. We felt the chicken the. whole. time. It was still fun though. I ran it in 25:20 and Jason in 23:50. My goal was under 25 min. but with all that fried chicken I feel okay about it.