Sundays
8:34 AMWith both of us working full time and different schedules, Sundays have become our only uninterrupted time together. We have been trying to make the most of them.
On the way back, the car decided we haven't had enough trouble and started smoking. Popping up the hood, it was clear that the coolant had emptied itself on to the engine. We made a phone call to Triple A and had them tow us a few towns farther, to a shop that happened to be open Sundays (lucky for us). After a few hours, we were on our way again, getting in later than planned again, but safe.

We stopped for dinner on the way home, and were accosted by the waiter. He stood above our table and talked about himself at least half of the time we were in the diner. Not only was it awkward to have him standing there staring at us, but we felt as if we could not start on our meal until he decided he had sufficiently explained his life story and left us in peace. Maybe that is how he was taught to work for a tip.
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Crepes. Because there has to be a picture of food. I have been enjoying cooking for my hard-working husband. |
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