Oh, two pounds of chocolates on my much appreciated morning tray. We both visited See’s. I got him a small box of truffles. Ah, guilt. Perhaps out-of-sight/out-of-mind will work in this case. Just to make it worse, the package now tells you how many carbs are in two pieces.
Life continues to devolve into dentist and doctor visits. He broke a crown, my plate fit was a little off. A follow up with my GP tomorrow too. All this is mitigated by the opening of the new show tomorrow night at G’s museum….”First Responders.” This should be fun. G said he recognized people in the photographs around the units.
- Himself: Work at 7am, dentist, taco’s out.