You’d be proud of me. I did NOT have anything starchy. Turkey (six ounces), brussel sprouts, salad.
I did have a teeny sliver of apple/pumpkin pie. Not enough to feel guilty about. Teeny.
Now…about the 2.5 glasses of very expensive pinot…we shall not speak of it. *grin*
SuperNurse is a gracious hostess and the evening went swimmingly. Except for losing my mom at the front end of soiree. BuzzyFusband went to fetch her at the alloted time and, of course, she wasn’t there.
I explained to the folks that I had to scrape her off the bar at Booker’s and that’s why she was late arriving. Not too far off the mark, really. Having a manic depressive momster is always neveradullmoment. Tru nuff.
Ah well. It all went well. We did nine million dishes at the end of it. The son-in-law was his usual witty non-eye-contact-ful self. I can’t figure him out. I thought being a devout christian meant your heart was full of love and kind thoughts.
Oh well. Kids. Wait til they hit their forties. Then they’ll figure it all out. Judge not. Etc.
It is a long story and I’m too tired to go into it here.
I hope you all had as wonderful an evening as I did. Love to you all.