Hey - it's not like we met on Match.com or Stalkersoftheworldunite.com... I KNOW these people... sorta.
No more complaints - I know them now! I've thrown food at them now (well, just Shelle) and no matter what ANYONE else says it was the waitress that knocked Shelle's fork on the floor. I would ask Pat to back me up on that, but I think she probably feels some loyalty to April for picking up the check and because they went to Wicked together... as a matter of fact these gals are all huge Wicked Fans... I was the only Wicked Virgin at the table... but that's okay - someday I'll be sitting there and basking in the glory too... and THEN I'll invite you all out to lunch again to discuss!
I was the second to arrive and when I walked in I saw Pat... but wasn't sure it was her... I asked, and she was nice enough to make this face for me
yep, no doubt about it, that's her!
We didn't wait for Shelle and April before digging into our order of bottomless chips and salsa. Saying "bottomless" to me is like putting a big neon flashing 50% off sign over a pair of cute shoes... yep, I'm gonna buy 'em. Give me a week though and my jeans will prove that the word "bottomless" only refers to the serving size and not what it does to my figure.
M.O.T.H. was pretty sure we'd have nothing to talk about... but boy was he wrong - what a man :)
Seriously though - it was the waitress that knocked the fork on the floor - the top bun to my guiltless grilled chicken sandwich had the same fate... but she was nice enough to snap pictures of the 4 of us together so we'll forgive her! And because I posted about it FIRST that must mean it's all true...
ack, in all this hurry to be first my daughter is almost done with preschool - outta here!