Frankly, I was surprised to discover that I couldn’t fasten my levis while wearing my football sized bandages so I wore good pants to lunch with Schmidley. Lunch was a treat. But, I refuse to wear my good, dress, expensive pants every day. I flat out will not wear PJ’s every day out into the world either.
We ate wonderful, fattening things, dashed by the local Bookstar/Barnes & Noble for a book she wanted to give her son, then did a slow walk through at the Discovery shop. Yes, the books were a mess.
She yawned and yawned still tired from her flight, but we kept our talking up for about three hours. What a wonderful visit. If she really refuses to fly out here anymore, I may have to go visit Schmidley in Arlington every once in a while. It’s a sneaky way to see the museums again too.