It’s been a while since I posted. We were on vacation in Calif. Went to see my family in the L.A. area, then it was off to Death Valley and Yosemite. I’ll post a few pictures soon.
In the meantime, a funny story… yesterday we went to Waffle House for breakfast. Mike got a large order of hash browns with chili, onions and cheese (“topped, smothered, and covered” in Waffle House language). He couldn’t finish them, so as the three of us chatted away at the end of the meal, I took a few bites of Mike’s leftovers. As we were getting ready to leave, Mike said “Did you eat from that side of the plate?”. “Uh, yessss, why…..?”. “I think you ate my rubber bands.” We looked all over—under the plate, on the floor, I looked in Mike’s hands to make sure he wasn’t playing a trick on me. No sign of the two little rubber bands he wears on his braces (that he takes out for meals). Ew. Gag. For quite some time after, I alternated between feeling queasy about my extra “food” and bursting into fits of giggles.