Momma is in NYC for a few days on a bus trip and I am awash in a mixture of jealousy and nostalgia.
I told her to bring me back something pretty. Here’s hoping she remembers.
I guess at least part of me should be?
Today, under duress from Brent and Dan, I ate something called Pho. It was not nearly as terrible as the sushi experience, so they get points for that. On the other hand, it is not something I will ever feel compelled to eat again.
Who knew meeting for lunch would expand such horizons.
