Seems that last week decided to come in and bully us around here at Chez PFF. Fidget danced with the Croup from Wednesday on, and then I came down with some wacky stomach thing that knocked me off my keester as well. Things seem to be back to normal for now. Although I am so slow and tired. And behind, good grief, am I behind!
I do have to brag about how Lori and I met up for dinner last week down on the Plaza. It was so good to see her. We had the sweetest waiter who decided that we had "spill your whole life story" on our foreheads, so we were treated to all sorts of 5-10 minute monologues on his family life in Morocco, school, dating, finding a wife, life in India, religion, you name it. We were there for at least 4 hours, so I guess we owed him something for squatting in his section for so long.
And that sneaky little laeroport brought presents. The tiniest little egg cup pincushion:
And my own designer grocery bag:
I wish it didn't seem like we had to move the moon and stars to spend time with our friends sometimes. Because it is so very good for the soul.
Thanks, L. You're a doll.