When my ex-boyfriend and I broke up a few years ago, I was the one who got Todd, our mutual friend.
In essence, it was like winning custody of a 320-pound baby.
Todd is one my favorite friends, maybe because we eat so unhealthy whenever we hang out together.
(I was suspicious for a while that Todd only visited me in Perrysburg because there was a Tim Hortons right off I-75 by my apartment).
Late at night – when I’m too tired to count calories – we often head out to the Waffle House in Perrysburg.