Today, I am going out to lunch. I'm meeting a friend who will advise me about a couple of things and then she will admonish me. Then she will help me, as she always does.
Yesterday, I went out to lunch. I tried to visit Hangdog in the hospital but he had been taken for a test. My doctor (saint-in-training) and his wife took me to lunch. (Why don't they run when they see me coming?) I want to say to them, "Run Fast! Run Like the Wind!" But instead, they are kind.
Hangdog told my mother that most of my visits only last 5 minutes. He does not count the times he's sleeping. He does not count the times I am crawling in bed with him or waiting for him from the bathroom or tests. He doesn't count the phone calls.
I've been accused of being mentally "Out to Lunch" on numerous occasions. Guilty as charged.
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You are so not "out to lunch". Although, I am still waiting for us to go out to lunch! I would "Run Like the Wind", but to you not from you. We all love you. You are our voice and we enjoy you tremendously. Never stop writing.
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