"Can I take you out for lunch today?"
But of course.
Lunch is at the Greek restaurant in town. We both order the chicken burger special. I eat all the salad before taking more than a bite or two out of the burger, and am full before it's half gone. Good thing Scott and his brother and Leonard P join us; I can always count on Scott to finish my meals.
Does it occur to me to snap a few photos? Apparently not.
From me, Karen picks up a bagful of flower-arrangement sponge that a gal had dropped off at the office for her.
She leaves me with belated-birthday presents: a new garbage can she'd bought as per my orders when she was shopping somewhere, and a set of (when I get home and look in the gift bag, I text to ask if they were meant to be wall hangings or what?) "coffee mug mats."
|I won't set coffee mugs on them; they'd get stained.|
|The flip side.|
I get a kick out of the gift bag. Look at the extra expense that went into the making of this one:
|It's an actual piece of wood.|